Strongly Worded

UpDATE #501,218

So the promising, question-asking guy?

We had a week of some witty e-banter. Mainly I liked it, but I had two reservations:
1) his email address is the equivalent of riverfreak@lycos [what is that?]
2) his spelling is quite bad

But whatever. Small concerns. I rocked my Date Shirt and Date Jeans and even put on some eyeliner, because he proposed that we meet up at a hip bar.

The instant we met, I knew it was a no go. He is not thin and not hot (and his photo suggested potential for hotness, though it was admittedly very grainy), and he just immediately emitted this vibe that conveyed: I AM NOT DORI'S HUSBAND. Over the course of the conversation, I learned that he smoked pot through most of college and didn't finish his degree. He spent two years after high school working at TCBY and writing a sci fi fantasy novel that he never even tried to publish. His violent behavior got him kicked out of a progressive Quaker middle school. And his work? "R&D" for a local company that manufactures multi-color lightbulbs and garden pest repellents. Also the company "consults" with other manufacturers to help them find factories in Asia. (This sounds sweat-shoppy and child-labor-y to me, but I could be way off base.) Each of these things, taken separately, could be OK, but together they support the central thesis presented the instant we met: WE ARE NOT GOING TO FALL IN LOVE.

We had a kind of boring but perfectly polite conversation, and at 8:45 p.m. I said it was "getting late" and we got the bill and hugged and parted ways. He seems like a really nice person.
But still, this is just never going to happen.

Posted by Dori at 9:16 PM