Three Strikes You're Out

Date #3:  Pros were: attractive, intelligent, nice conversationalist and would have been catnip for Kimmie in her 30's. The cons: he still held affection for his ex and he was fresh off spending the holidays with her, and he was actively seeking employment on the west coast, where he was originally from, so he wasn't sure how much longer he would be living in Kentucky. So, I knew going in that this was probably not going to work and suggested we could be friends.  He agreed.

Date was movie (which was good), then pub afterward (also good).
Conversation was good, he was a history professor so it was really interesting talking about politics in the past and comparing them to current events, with someone who was passionate about it.
Hugged goodnight.

All good. I knew that I was not interested in dating him, but I had a relatively decent date with an intelligent man and possibly made a new friend.

Now for the rest of the story.

He texts me on the road and says it will be tight for him getting there by movie start time, could I buy the tickets and he can reimburse me? Sure. So I get to the theater and am in line to buy tickets when he walks in and cuts in front of me and says he will take care of it now. Sure. Then he buys ONE ticket. (Surprised and amused, but only internally) So I assumed this meant we were truly going to be just friends.... and I was totally okay with that. For me, it took the pressure off my feeling like a man might think he was paying for something later.

Date goes to restroom and when we walk up to the ticket taker, he claims he was never given a ticket. He pulls out a receipt from his wallet that shows he bought a ticket, but he said he was never issued a ticket.....and then he added "Only in Kentucky does stuff like this happen." Wow. That reminded me a lot of the last Californian I was involved with....ex-hubby. The ex had this air, like he was intellectually superior to just about everyone he met and this guy suddenly struck me the same way. In my mind I recalled seeing a young man pick up a piece of paper and lay it on the wall just outside the restroom area, so I wandered over and VOILA! I found the missing movie ticket. Girl saved the day without any fanfare.

After the movie he suggested we get a drink so I suggested the pub nearby and he followed me there.  When the waitress asked for our order, Date went smug again. "Does your bartender know how to make an Irish Coffee?"  Waitress says she is "pretty sure he can" and her answer made it clear she thought he was stupid for asking this. Date "No, can. he. REALLY. make one right?" Yeah, that was about all the Cali-smug I cared for that evening. Check comes and Date says "Wanna split it down the middle?"  I pitched a $20 on the table and told him I would cover the tip too.

Date ends and although it wasn't a catastrophe, I think it went better than the last two so this was a slight improvement.....or so I thought.

Next morning I get a text:

Date: Mornin

Me: Good morning

Date:  I want to get high and make love with you.

Me:  Uh I am pretty sure we decided we were on the friendship path.

Date: It takes two to tango. (And I couldn't bring myself to add the dancing man and woman emojis he added to his text message

Me:  True, but you can have sex by yourself.

Date:  You don't want to? That wasn't the vibe I got last night....

Me:  I am quite good over here all by myself, thanks.

I quit answering his text messages after this exchange and thankfully I have not heard back from him.



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