About 2 years ago, I matched with some guy on Coffee Meets Bagel. He wasn’t bad looking, he seemed like a nice, genuine guy over text and the phone. About a week into talking, we agreed to meet up after work at 6:30pm for a couple of drinks. Kudos to him for picking such a great venue (FYI: https://barnightjar.com). I arrived right on time but couldn’t see him, so gave the guy a buzz to find out where he was… only to realise, he was standing a few feet from me. Ohhh.
Turns out he looked… rather different to his photos. Alright calm down people, I wasn’t catfished per se but clearly the photos he chose to use on his profile were throwbacks from the 00s! After a deep breath and saying “Jesus Christ!” repeatedly in my head, I unenthusiastically approached and said “Hey. Nice to meet you.” — Ugh. He goes in for hug.
First impressions are important right? Plus it’s a date, I expect people to make half an effort? Now, I’m going to sound a little mean here but I would like to know why he decided to show up in wrinkled chinos, a tatty shirt, some dusty looking brown shoes and a wrinkled (again) linen blazer.
We went downstairs to the bar and were seated at the table. He seemed a little nervous… in fact he was nervous because at this point he had knocked over the drinks menu and the water on the table – not to mention some of it spilling into my bag. Christ Almighty! I felt a little bad for him. So in attempt to put him at ease, I started making conversation and cracked a couple of jokes. Phew, at least I got him laughing, hopefully he’ll feel less ner–
It was time to reel in the jokes. I couldn’t help but divert my attention to his teeth! I know people, I know! Now I sound like an asshole. I’m not saying I have the best set of teeth but his chompers looked like he had been chewing on rocks for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They were sharp, fang-like and to put it politely, it was dental chaos! I couldn’t believe my eyeballs.
With zero attraction to this guy and an unimpressive start to the date, I planned to stick around for another 30 minutes out of politeness. So after ordering my whisky on rocks (much needed), I thought I’d make some general chit chat and asked: “So how have you found the dating apps? Any interesting experiences so far?” – I wish I had never asked.
His response was: “Well, I always find dating difficult because…” *he starts to whisper* (weird!) “I haven’t told you this yet… but I have a 10 year old daughter and people are always put off when I tell them that.”
*sigh* Now I understand some women wouldn’t have an issue with this, but for me, it’s a deal breaker. Personally I feel that these vital pieces of information should be displayed on your profile. Had I known beforehand, I certainly wouldn’t of agreed to meet up with him, let alone match. It’s a waste of my time.
As you can imagine, I couldn’t get out of the bar quick enough. We finally decide to leave, and after him assessing the bill for 10 minutes (there were only 4 bloody drinks on there) we went dutch in the end (I’m over it). We walked out of the venue and with relief, I said: “Well my station is this way, nice to meet you.”
It doesn’t end there – we’re only on Strike 4…
Like a 4 word horror story, he goes and says: “Let me walk you.” So I told him “No, it’s fine, it’s not far, I’ll be alright.” But he insisted and started walking me to the station. Arghh! I had my arms crossed while walking, keeping a good distance between us. Suddenly out of nowhere, this guy had the audacity to close the gap and attempt to hold my hand! At this point I was shock and utterly baffled. I pulled my hand away immediately saying “Erm, could you not do that?” – he quickly apologised.
It was a silent and awkward walk back to the station but finally we made it. That horrendous 7 minute walk felt like 45. I abruptly said “bye”, he then came towards me for a hug claiming he had a great time and asked: “When are we doing this again?”
He has remained on my block list since.