Hah! I'm back early. No surprise. The date was an unmitigated disaster. Ok, first off, the reason I had to go on the date - my mother, ugh, set it up. She, for whatever insane reason, decides that I'm at the ideal age for being married off to some person she deems worthy being the young eligible bachelor that I am. I, in contrast, disagree with this assessment as I still have oats to sow and grass to play on. What is this, the 1600s? Where children are thrown away in arranged marriages? Marriage is a consideration for a millenium of lifetimes and I'm not ready for that emotionally/financially draining experience. I have a difficult time handling a small puppylike dog as it is. I imagine children to be of infinitely higher diffculty setting. Anyway, since my mom had ALREADY made the arrangements (without my consent), I dressed up nice-like (felt like a preschooler ring bearer at a wedding I was bored at) and took her out to dinner at a nice restaurant. The problem? Let me tick them off:
A) She's a bit of a fatty. Sorry, call me shallow, but physical attraction is part of what makes a relationship work and being on the thick side doesn't give a girl any points in my book. Now, mind you, I'm being generous with my assessment as she could easily fit 2 people in her dress. This is by no means just a girl who has curves (which I like). She's a flat out beach ball. I like a girl who takes care of herself - both physically and financially. Someone who wants me to take care of her is just being a needy lil whore. Which leads to -
B) So the waiter comes by and asks me what I want. I tell him that I'll have the lemon chicken and then the waiter asks her what she wants. She says she'll have a salad... and NOT jokingly says she's got to watch her girlish figure... and then orders a filet mignon... and then orders a lemon chicken (like me)... and THEN orders dessert. Ok, fatty jokes aside, that was really nasty... she ate EVERYTHING... including EACH side that came with each dish. No wonder she could fit two ppl in her dress. She must be, in fact, eating for two! To top it off, she expected me to pay for it (which, granted, it was the first date so tradition applies - the man pays first - it's a just a courtesy). But it's one thing to eat expensive food at a classy restaurant and another to outright take advantage of your date. Smells of gold diggah! to me. And then to top it off -
C) She was discussing what our kids would look like (I prayed to all omnipresent entities that they strike me dead before that happens) when I've barely gotta to know let alone want to be with her. Sorry, if there's one thing that turns me off on a first date it's discussion of our (shared) future before we establish a present one.
She apparently thinks things are going well (to the contrary) so after dinner, she wants to take a romantic walk downtown towards the lake. I oblige her (noob mistake on my part - NEVER lead a woman on if you don't like her, the longer you wait, the harder it is to leave the situation) just to be a nice guy and she tries for a kiss. Sorry, uh-uh, not gonna happen. If I'm not feelin' it, neither will she ever get a chance to 'feel it'. I kissed her on the cheek like you would a kid sister but she didn't take the hint. So this is where I had to be an asshole. I straight out told her I wasn't feelin' it and that she'd be better off with someone else who would make her happy. She doesn't take this well and I bring her home (in tears). I make my way home and my mom bitches me out for making her cry but I told her once, I've told her a thousand times - DON'T DO MY DATING FOR ME! I doubt my mom got the idea in her head - my family (myself included) are quite stubborn. -_- Sheesh. I can only hope and pray my mom get the hint.