I’m not one to message for weeks before going on a first date, but I gave this guy a chance, hoping it would build a connection. Our schedules did not align, so we decided to meet for brunch outside of the city. He showed up late, apologized saying that he hit every red light, then asked “Do you want kids?” The look on my face must have said it all… WTF.
Now, I already knew this guy had a son, but slow down buddy. This man was odd, and I am still questioning his social communication. He was overly polite when he interacted with the waitress. He told me long, overly detailed stories, and did not pick up on social cues that he was dragging on. He told me how much he got paid an hour (not an impressive amount as he works at the local grocery store). How he had to move in with his mother because he couldn’t afford the rising cost of rent. Then asked me, “How much do you pay for rent?”
“I own my house.” I said. A bitch move, I know, but I felt like I was moving forward in life and he was moving backwards. At the end of the date I offered to split the bill. He declined, and I genuinely felt bad because I knew how many hours he had to work to recoup the cost of breakfast, not even a fun boozy brunch. He asked where I parked so he could walk me to my car. “In the parking lot” I said, clearly. He said he parked by the bank, which I could see was down the street. Why? I wondered. It must have been because his mom dropped him off or he rode his bike.
Single at 30 