Same old boring

Quick update on the date I had on Saturday. We were supposed to meet at 5:30 in the afternoon in front of an ice cream parlour. Around 5:10 I get a text from R. that he just wants to let me know that he is wearing red pants, a grey shirt, and a grey jacket and where he sits. So I rush to the meeting point and see him standing in front of the bank and right away he is a disappointment.

I think on his profile he said that he looked regular, but regular my a**. More like chunky on the verge of fat. So skinny red pants really don’t go with this. And then he smiles at me and all is lost. Worst teeth ever. Maybe it is just me, but I am obsessed with nice teeth. They are like your calling card. If you don’t take care of them who cares what the rest looks like.

We went for ice cream or better I went because he has an intolerance to milk products and more. I honestly thought that his doctor made a good call. He probably wanted him to lose weight and since he had no allergies, he just gave him a couple of intolerance food groups (like all kinds of wheat, corn, yeast, milk products from all animals). And guess what, he proudly told me that he had already lost a dress size. So I was right. It’s good for him but doesn’t change the fact that he forgot to check the ‘couple of kilo too many’ box.

We walked a bit around the city, then had 2 drinks each and then left it at. He paid which I found generous, because he must have felt as well that we will not see each other again. I think the worst for me was, besides the teeth, his effeminate behavior. The laugh, the gestures, the voice.
I know I am picky but I can’t help myself. There has to be some kind of spark, chemistry or whatever you want to call it.

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