On Sunday I had a first date with the accountant that lives over an hour away in NJ. He hit traffic, so it turned into an even longer drive. He kept me informed along the way. We ended up meeting an hour later than expected.
Unbeknownst to him, he picked a place within walking distance from me, Alvin and Friends, so his lateness was not a problem for me. The food was great, I had ribs. Yes, I had ribs on a first date! He had the rosemary chicken. Both delicious!
The drinks were awful. Later I saw that there seemed to be no bartender, the hostess appeared to be making the drinks. I sent my drink back. I also mentioned to the waitress that they got my date’s order wrong. He thought it was cute that I was “defending him”. His words.
I am not a complainer and normally don’t make a big deal about things, but when it seems that the wait staff is not paying attention and is just careless, I will speak up. Politely.
Getting back to the date. He is better in person, in all senses. He was handsome, funny, and very intelligent. The conversation was great.
BUT, there is always a but! He paid me compliments! Yes, how dared he!!! Lol
I mean, he paid me too many compliments. Yes, there is such a thing. He went on and on, on how I was beautiful, smart, fun, etc. He said that I was animated and talked with my hands. He said my happiness was contagious. He would look at me with puppy eyes and marvel at how beautiful I was. It was over the top.
The next day, Monday morning, he texted me at 7:03am, see below. I made a point of not replying until later.
His enthusiasm is definitely too much too soon. This hurry, this sense of urgency, smells of despair and neediness, and that is not a great smell on a man, or anyone, for that matter. It makes me feel it is not about how great I am, but instead, it is about how needy they are.
I think he is a great guy, but this hurry, just makes me want to run. With the experience of that last guy, I am not even telling him to slow down anymore. I am just talking to him tonight, wishing him luck and moving on. They may say they can slow down, but they really can’t.