I guess it was a good thing I was so hung-over on Sunday because eating 2 gigantic meals was much needed. That’s just about all I have to say in regards to the second date, “Thank god there was food because there wasn’t a lot of anything else.”
Trailer got the nickname trailer because the original plan was to go to the food trailers and conduct a food crawl. AWESOME IDEA, really inventive and sounded like a lot of fun. Well, he picks me up and we have a change of plan. Since it’s hot outside (wasn’t that hot) he thought we should go to a sit down restaurant instead. “Sounds good to me,” honestly I’m still hung over and just need more greasy food to stuff my face to get over the terrible night before.
The entire date he sits across from me, slowly cutting his food with a knife and fork and starring at me with a blank impression. He slowly brought the fork to mouth and chewed even slower. He barely added to conversation and when I asked questions he blankly responded. I spent most of the time watching the band, re-reading the menu and ordering more iced tea, while he still slowly chewed on whatever curd of food was lodged between his teeth. Oh and his teeth, yuck. They were crooked ever so slightly that you weren’t able to tell in his profile pictures, but man up close, not pretty.
I still impressed him enough to ask me out again, but I’m thinking there’s not much there for a 2nd date. A part of me wonders if he was just nervous; hum? I’ll sit on this one for a while, but I don’t want to waste another hour if it’s going to be that BORING, I’ve got better things to do.
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