So contrary to the article I posted yesterday in the early evening, I ended up going out with that guy last night who couldn't seem to figure out how to plan a date.
He finally got in touch with me at 7:15 (which is far too late for me to know about plans) and I decided to give him a chance. So many people here on Gather were telling me to give these guys a chance. I took thier advice.
We spent an hour trying to figure out what to do. He doesn't do the city on the first date so we were stuck on Long Island and I never hang out on Long Island so I had no idea of what to do so this was really completely up to him to find something. Not to mention that he had several days to plan something to do together.
I ended up driving to his town where he took me to the local townie bar. Just what love...going on a date in the same place that the town drunks hang out. So romantic. Sense the sarcasm? We went from there to a pool hall which wasn't a nice pool hall but something filthy where, once again, the townies were in attendance.
So the night ended and I went home. He begins to IM me and tells me he notices that I don't kiss with tongue. "It was my first kiss since my breakup." He asks if he was good. I didn't even respond. Why I allowed him to kiss me in the first place is beyong me. Oh well. If he calls again I'm going to tell him I'm not interested, that I didn't feel like we had any chemistry or had anything in common.