We have nothing in common. He thinks cars are living beings. He almost cried, twice. He spent the whole time talking about himself, how his brother was the loved wonder child, how he has so much compassion for other people that he often cries, how he volunteers yet doesn't want people to know because that makes him a "boy scout", then he went on about his years as a boy scout. It was by no means bad, he was perfectly nice, but lordy. Not for me. I sortof have a thing with grown adults who can only eat certain foods and get sick at the sight of raw tomatoes. He was sweet and he paid but we are not compatible. Not that it matters: I'm back in the dating game! And I'd like to leave it again now, thanks.
I looked damn good though. I still look damn good. I don't want to take my makeup off or put my hair up, I want to feel nice looking just a bit longer.
He's so nice, I hope he finds someone soon. And maybe learns to not cry on first dates.
Oh, and I offered to pay but he insisted. He should have let me at least chip in.