Invited someone over who I had great and personal
conversations with. He was someone over 50 and on
match.com. He was medium built, long dark hair and
an independent business person. He was part owner of
a shop in the Short North district of Columbus, Ohio.
You know its not going smooth…
when he proceeds to eat the whole bowl of green olives
next, the black ones.
You know its not going cozy…
when he looks at the 3 carefully chosen red box movies
and chooses to watch the Heat play basketball.
You know the exit line when…
he comes up behind you while you are washing dishes and
putting away all the nice appetizers you set out…
and yanking your hair (I mean hair follicles that CSI could
analyze!) and makes you kiss him.
Exit line: “I bet if you hurry, you can get home and watch the Heat’s last quarter!”
That was the end for me. The end for him was when he called on the way home.
He actually asked, “What did I do wrong?”