One Date Wanderer

#15 texts me saying that he is at the wedding. He sends me the address. He is going to two weddings one at the address he gave me and one at another hotel, walking distance. I pull together my most wedding appropriate dress that allows me enough space to eat cake comfortably. I drive forty-five minutes to the wedding. I am supposed to meet him in the courtyard. I get to the courtyard. Empty. I look outside to the main lobby and see wedding guests milling about. I wait and text him…no response.

I wait for twenty minutes and decide to go look for him at the main reception. I stand there, looking and waiting for him.

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I spent my Saturday afternoon on the elliptical. As with most things in my life, I’ve now become a compulsive exerciser. It is competing with my dating life. I wonder if it will replace it. Instead of going out with random guys, I’ll spend my nights racking up miles on the treadmill.

#15 is on the machine next to me asks me what I’m reading. I tell him it’s Wind-up Bird Chronicles. He has never heard of it or Murakami. We have a conversation about books. He doesn’t know any of the books I’ve read recently and changes the conversation to the “sweet pool party” he’s going to at a mansion today and invites me to come. I decline. As beautiful as it is outside today, I’m as interested in “sweet pool parties” as he is in Japanese literature.

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#5 and I were supposed to meet up when I got into the car accident. This is our rescheduled date.

We met a while ago at a party that a friend of mine from college was having. I’m not sure why I agreed to go out with #5. He was one of the most cringeworthy pretentious guy I’ve ever met. But alas, I found myself talking to his friend, #5, all night. He was ‘witty’ and by ‘witty’ I mean confrontational in an occasionally funny but usually just uncomfortable way. I guess I was curious.

We agreed to meet for drinks. I told him about my car situation (it’s in the shop) and he agreed to come and get me, after giving me a hard time about canceling at the last minute last time. At the bar, he had a beer and I ordered an appetizer pizza (I’ve been living off oatmeal and cottage cheese since the car accident, so was really excited for the nutrients)

You’d think that when a girl orders pizza the guy would take some initiative and suggest dinner, alas this did not happen. Thank GOD I was not stuck at a dinner with him. The time it took for me to wolf down the pizza was enough exposure to all of the negativity in his life.

He launched into a tirade about :

-how his female boss at work is intimated by him

-his grand plans for success

- his ex-girlfriend.

I was too concerned with devouring every crumb of the pizza, so I didn’t care that I couldn’t get a word in.

I finally worked in a story about how much I love subway because I get to tell them exactly what to put on my sandwich and it’s only five dollars!

He interjected with: You’re a control freak.

Me: No…I just like sandwiches with the vegetables I like on it.

He uselessly tried to argue that because I get to choose which vegetables is a subconscious indication of the type of person I am- that person is a control freak.

Me: I have to be up early to pick up my car.

He drove me home and I said goodnight.

#5: Can I come up?

Me: My apartment is a mess, so no.

#5: Mess doesn’t bother me.

- there’s dirty laudry all over my apartment…I’m pretty sure it would bother him-

I still decline. He persists.

#5: C’mon just a few minutes, we had a fun time.

Me: No. Just no. and No.

#5: So, you’re going to be a control freak about it.

How did the control freak-ness get brought back into this?

Apparently, me not wanting to hook up with this guy makes me a control freak.

#5: You are a control freak because everything has to be on your terms.

Me: What everything? This is ONE date.

#5: I mean, who orders pizza when they are meeting for drinks…

Me: Well, I’m sorry I’m not drunk enough for you to take advantage of me.

This whole argument is absurd. This guy, clearly a control freak himself, keeps trying to manipulate me into letting him into my apartment. What a creep.

I get out of the car, slam the door, and walk into my apartment. I start to clean my bedroom.