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Before I begin, my problem is I have a thing for Caucasian guys. Nerdy, average, chiseled arms omg @_@, or thin. I’m not really picky as long as you at least somewhat take care of yourself. However, living on an island proves difficult. This means my primary pool of cuties are….

Military.

There I said it. Judge me. Point fingers. Whatever. I don’t really care. It’s my personal preference, and while I’ve been burned plenty of times Refer to the name of this blog, I’m by no means giving up easily. I blame my upbringing, and possibly the fact that I’m a Taurus.

Anyway, Mr. Bob was the one that got away when I first joined Match in 2011. I had committed his profile to memory, so that on the off chance I saw it again, I wouldn’t hesitate.

He seemed great. Cute strawberry blond aka a personal weakness, owns his own construction business, and emailed semi-regularly. Now the problem wasn’t that he contacted me but that he fell into the category of,

I winked & emailed you 2 months ago, and only now you’re responding?

…but because Mr. Bob WASN’T a military man, REGARDLESS of that fact that he eventually wanted children, as I do not, my friends & family were pushing that I make this happen. Bob wanted to meet for coffee. Awesome! But then, he fails to give me a time/place/cell number. Hm, ok, maybe he doesn’t like me as much as I had hoped.

We finally manage to reschedule,which causes coffee date to evolve into a dinner one. While, normal women may be  thrilled at the idea of a free dinner, I’m a little more reluctant. Here’s why,

  1. Coffee during the day, or even in the evening, is informal. If the date fails, you can hopefully escape quicker. Note: I’m still the Queen of 3hr Horrible Coffee Dates, but that’s for another post.
  2. Dinner implies conversation. If this is the first date and I’m not sure about our chemistry, I might have to work my awesome socializing skills the entire time.
  3. I hate that the man always pays. I work, I can pay for shit.

I reluctantly agree and boy did I pay for it. Mr. Bob goes OFF about education with me for nearly 2hrs. Being an educator, I try to calmly explain our dismal reality and how the issues are really at the top and trickle down. He more or less pushes me to nearly debate with him. Then during normal conversation, insults me.

MR. BOB: “So, during the first semester of my masters, it was difficult. I had to do a lit review, then come up with a research question, then conduct a study. But HERE it must be different right? I mean…”

ME: “Um, actually my masters program was the same way….”

Or

MR. BOB: “So what is this whole ‘group learning thing’ about anyway?”

ME: “Well, technically in the Ed field, many old ideas end up getting recycled. It’s actually called, ‘Project Based Learning’ and..

MR. BOB: *interrupts me* “Right, right. They work in groups. My friend that works in ED said..”

I can say, for the first time EVER I didn’t attempt to finish my dinner. I quickly ate some, and asked to have it bagged. I fought the urge to yell at him for being so blatantly rude and walkout. I didn’t offer to pay for once or suggest I treat to dessert. I wanted to drive home and yell at my sister for even suggesting I try.

The Kicker? He just sent me a text the other day. Was I the only one on the date from hell? O_o

Next time, when intuition tells me to run, I’m going to listen.

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