A date with an Opera man...

Last week I did something I had never done before...I solicited myself on a dating website. I decided I really had nothing to loose and when asked by a man who seemed as normal as they come, to go for dinner, I hesitantly accepted. I met him at a restaurant downtown and immediately I felt as though I had been misled. He said he was thirty. His picture showed that he appeared more to be forty. Up close, I would have to say fifty. Immediately disappointed, I decided to make the most of what could only be an awkward and resistantly unpleasant evening. 

Dinner began well enough - the wine was nice and the food quite good. However, even the happiness that my taste-buds were feeling could not recover the evening with the most self-centered man I have ever met. He talking incessantly about himself all evening. I managed to get a word in about writing, but then he took that and went with it again. I do not think I have ever learned more about one person in a single hour. It was unbelievable. Well, I guess not that unbelievable. This was a man who responded to a personal ad. Not that I judge, but it began to unfold in my head as to why the man was still single. 

I decided to completely avoid the what was sure to be terrible goodbye and simply left when he excused himself after dinner. I, of course, did the gracious thing and left enough money with the waiter for half the meal and promptly walked, no, to be honest, ran out the door and into a cab. 

Now you may or may not judge me for the behavior that I acted with, but please don't. You were not there. I simply did not, no, could not, waste one more second of my life with that man. I am sure he is a good friend to someone, and I am sure that many women would have found him charming, but he was really not for me. I felt there was no point in belaboring the obvious. I'm sure when he came back to the table he understood. Perhaps not. Perhaps he was very hurt and confused. Maybe one day he will recount the event to his friends and laugh about it. Perhaps not.

As there is no need for my justification, as I feel I was simply being as frank as I possibly could be, this will simply fall into the category of bad dates that need never be remembered again.....