Ahhhh. Summertime.
The time for new dates, campfires, books, outdoors. Who isn't in heaven?
Speaking of new dates. I met Green Eyes, and it was a bust. Here's why. With internet dating people fall into two categories: those who look better than their pictures and those who don't.
He was sadly one of those who don't.
In his PICTURES, he looked very manly, sensual, attractive. In person, he was much smaller and shorter in stature than me. I have a simple rule. I don't date guys who weigh less than I bench press. I'll bet this guy was 30 pounds lighter than I. But it wasn't just that.
He. Wore. A. Cell-phone. Holster.
Who the fuck wears a cell phone holster under the age of 80? The kind that you have to take off your belt, attach holster to belt (aren't belts like 80's anyway?), put back on belt, tuck shirt in (tuck shirt in damn it?!). I once saw a guy at the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally wear a cell phone holster, leather-man tool holster, cigarette pack holster and wallet holster. I think I even took pics and blogged about it.
PLUS, he wore stone-washed, knee length denim shorts. Hello, Tiffany called, and she'll be singing her top 40 hits at the mall later today.
And white tennis shoes. AND white socks pulled up to his shins. Are you effin' kidding me?
AND, a polo shirt tucked in.
AND, in his PICTURES, he had very short hair which looked nice, since he has a receding hairline, but in PERSON, he had grown it out a couple inches so on top it stood straight up, but was the texture of a baby bunny. It was all I could do to not stare at it the whole time and refrain from touching it.
Needless to say, it was a miss.
Plus, he kept saying in a very exhilarating fashion, "Really?!!!!!" to half the things that I said that weren't that interesting to begin with.
"It sure has rained a lot lately," I said as we sat at Indy's having a beer.
"Really??!!" he exclaimed. (Well, yeah, no shit. How can you NOT see the weather?) Plus, talking about the weather is generally the kiss of death on a first date.
Then later,
"I'm reading a good book about a white water rafter on the Colorado River," I began, then remembered he said he doesn't have much use for reading or books in general.
"Really??!!" he exclaimed for the four hundredth time that afternoon.
Sigh. I'm watchin' out for us.
More later as Indifferent Dude has suddenly become rather interesting.
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