On the 5th date of Christmas...

12/14/2011 Mr. May 25/W/M ??? Blogger/Business Owner??

Where to begin with this one? To be honest... I really wasn't looking forward to this date to begin with. This was a friend of a friend who I had met before. Never really had any one on one conversations with this guy, but he always was pleasant, I just knew he wasn't my type. Very skinny, very metro... too much of a pretty boy for my liking. A lot of girls are into that... just not this one.

Mr. May actually called me out of the blue (maybe got my phone number from our mutual friend) and I answered and he acted really excited about the potential of being one of my 12 dates. I am not gonna lie, I really enjoyed his enthusiasm... and he acted like he was going to come up with something super fun. So I thought to mysefl, even though I don't think there will be a romantic connection, this guy has always been really nice, and seems like fun, so at least we might just have a blast. What's there to lose?

Well we kept trying to figure out a day that both him and I were available, and he told me that possibly this night was an option and that we'd play it by ear. I had a work white elelphant that evening, and this was actually the same day that I had my lunch date with Mr. April. Mr. May didn't want a lunch date, so I told him I was available this night if he wanted.

When I was done with my work party, I messaged him to see if he wanted to do this night, he seemed reluctant but then agreed. I then realized I had friday night available too if he'd rather but he was already on his way. Let's meet at 11th and East Burnside he said.

I parked and waited until he got there, and we went into the Noble Rot. This was actually my 2nd time here, the first time being with my whole family the day before my sister went in for surgery. Has a really awesome view of the city, and I really enjoyed it there last time. Well, both of us had already eaten and were aware of that, so I found it odd that we were going to Noble Rot for our date, especially since he had talked such a big game before about how exciting he was going to make our date. But whatever, no biggy. We were here, let's enjoy it.

We ordered fries and sipped on water. We people watched. The people watching was a little cliche' as he had me guess how many dates people had been on before this one and what their story was. Normally, this might be fun, but it felt really forced. I was still trying to be a good sport though and went along with it. I was trying to have fun, and was talking about how it was obvious that the girl at the table next to us, was ready to jump that guys bones and go home with him now. Mr. May replied with, "Wow. You do need a boyfriend!" Rude. This definitely rubbed me the wrong way, but I smiled and sipped my water as he continued to put me down. This is not what I signed up for.

He went on about how he was going to write a blog about our experience too, and that he was going to be tweeting updates as we were on our date. I couldn't tell if he was being arrogant and mocking me, or if he was actually homosexual with his body gestures, but I'm pretty sure he was mocking me. He couldn't get over the fact that I was blogging about our date. It was super annoying.

Then he started playing 21 questions with me. Asking me what I was really trying to get out of this whole experience, waiting for me to say a wrong answer so he could have a better blog than me. He even told me that is was going to be a competition. How awkward. I'm still trying to be polite at this point, but all I'm doing is wishing I was curled up in a ball in my bed, with some chocolate ice cream.

He definitely crossed the line when he asked if he could help me find another date for my blog, while we were on the date. Get over it already would ya? Yes, I am writing a blog. The reason I told you I was writing a blog, is so that I would be a nice person about it, but now I'm questioning this whole thing together. He made me feel so awful about myself, and about my idea. I really just wanted to have fun with this whole thing and meet some people that I might not otherwise, and in the least come out with some friends. But right now I just want to cry and quit it all.

He continued to talk all night about himself and about some weird sleeping pattern he was trying. He kept trying to promote his business to me, which I honestly let go in one ear and out the other as I smiled and nodded, hoping he wouldn't catch me not paying attention, but he was so into what he was saying that there's no way he would have noticed.

He acted like he was such the gentlemen for paying for the french fries. Big woopty doo bud. You ate most of them anyway. Gag me.

It was finally time to go, and after a torturous 2 hours or so he hugged me goodbye. Said something or other like, "Thanks, I hope you had fun." And I said something like, "thanks." and that was it. I didn't want to tell him I had fun, cause I definitely didn't. But I also didn't want to put him down, like he did me for the last 2 hours. Then he replied with, "I'm glad you had a good time." And then it almost felt like he was leaning in to kiss me. He had to have known how awful this date went, didn't he?

I got in my car, and cried. He made me feel really awful. What was I doing? I don't know if I want to do this anymore. People can be really cruel.