Number 9 in the top 10 worst dates….
I find a table near the back of the pub he suggested, thank god for once some guy did not suggest coffee, I prefer by own lattes anyway, that is unless of course its either Rosso or Divinos. I really like Rosso in Ingelwood for its vibe and the Lattes. My only complaint for Rosso is does it have to take so bloody long to get such lattes. I guess the hippies that work there could care less.
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Anyway I only have sit down for a moment when in he walks, not super tall but at least looks like his photo. In shape, about 5 ft 9ish, dark jeans, casual v neck sweater and leather jacket. I am at least impressed that indeed he did make an effort in his appearance.
I stand up to greet him and he holds out his hand to shake mine, that I like as well. I do detest men that hug or try to cop a feel 5 seconds after meeting me. Just so you know I am not against a hug, but not before I have even had a conversation with you. I sense he is nervous which can either be nice or off putting, I will reserve judgement on this.
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We order drinks and then comes the interview. I know some people are only just trying to make small talk but there is no need to get personal 5 mins into a conversation. I actually said at one point that I do not get into to personal details of my life ( ie, where my daughter goes to school or how long I have been single). I know for some this is just nervous energy small talk but there are so many things a person can talk about that in my opinion lets just see if we even have enough in common.
I change the subject to what my interests are. I run, bike, and swim, I like to cook, read 18 th century literature, a nice cabernet and a discussion around the arts. I sense he has zero interest in any of these things because he does not elaborate on any of that.
I turn the subject back to him in asking what his interests are. It is at this point that he does begin to relax. We both have a child nearly the same age and he tells me that he and his son go out into the back country and they like to fish and camp and he takes his guns out to do target shooting. Wait did I hear him right, that he goes out into the middle of the woods with his 8 yr old and shoots off guns. Ok hmmm…well that is interesting. I am trying not to judge as I grew up in the maritimes and we had rifles (30-30, shot guns) my father used to hunt as did I, but what he was talking about were Hand Guns…and many of them.
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Oh ok, well I said that is interesting, how does your son feel about that. Oh he loves it, he says, so much so he has a favourite one that he uses. Wait what, you allow your 8 yr old son to actually fire off these powerful weapons. It was now that I am thinking in my head, you need to end this date now and let him leave first so he does not find out where you live. I said do you think that is wise to be allowing a child to handle a hand gun. Oh yeah he is a natural he says. It was now I asked the question, wow, just how many hand guns do you own. He stares up at the ceiling for a second…12…no 13…yup…at least I think its 13.
It was now I said, hey this has been fun but I need to go. He looks at me and says can I ask you a question. Shoot I say, the humour was completely lost on him. He says, do you like camping? Actually No, I am not a big camper or fisher, and I don’t own any hand guns, but if I did I certainly would make sure I knew just how many. It was now that he started laughing. I again am looking for hidden cameras….wtf is funny about this.
He says, I am not getting a second date am I? How astute you are but good luck with all the guns I hope you find out how many you own. I remember getting into my car and saying to myself I really need to get offline dating. Stay tuned tomorrow for Number 8 in the worst dates ever.