I was anticipating last evenings date to be interesting. The man had shown decent level of interest and our first conversation went well.
I sort of knew it wasn’t quite right for who knows exactly what reason, but none-the-less, I was looking forward to it.
He chose a nice bar that was crowded when I arrived, late. Originally he suggested coffee and I requested alcohol and a later meeting time due to my work schedule and he was thrilled with the suggestion, so I knew he was a decent man to begin with.
He wasn’t “my type” upon first glance, and definitely too small and soft in general, but, again, I was willing to see how the night went. When we secured a seat at the bar he pointed out there was a happy hour menu and asked for the types of drinks they had available. Of course, I didn’t choose a drink from their limited selection of Margarita or Chardonnay and requested my usual Prosecco. I saw eyebrows raise at that.
Other small indications highlighted themselves across the evening but them most obvious was his inference to the cost of things. Money, as you know, is a trigger for me. I have a bougie side and I don’t like when a man consistently speaks about an actual price tag of things or how expensive something is. When he started talking about salaries and what he considered “excellent” for a man of a certain age, I knew I was in trouble. There would be too much disparity.
Now, when I start to sense that the match isn’t right, I move away from difficult or incompatible topics, much like I would handle a work discussion. But he wouldn’t give up. He persisted on certain topics and it only made me realize he had an underlying current of thinking “I expect too much.” And, I’m sure I do, from someone like you.
We parted with a friendly hug and his promise to catch up with me again. I didn’t say anything though I’m sure many would say “be honest up front” it just didn’t feel right to me. If he were to text I would be honest but I don’t think he’s going to.
I went into the date with a very open mind and I wasn’t nearly as disappointed as in the years past. I didn’t drink to excess, I didn’t try to entertain myself and it was less than 1.5 hours together which is plenty of time to determine I won’t be seeing him again.
Meanwhile my next date, planned for next Friday, is already looking to discuss vacation destinations. He’s planning on going alone but is now hinting that a couples vacation would be so much better.
Sometimes you can’t win.