My date last night was awkward at first. Why did I think it’d be a good idea to invite a guy to my apartment for a game of tennis? Really? Actually the tennis ended up being a highlight of the night. For starters, he wasn’t that good, at least I was expecting more since he had taken tennis lessons. In fact, I won the first 2 games we played together, then realized that’s probably not a good strategy for dating this guy, and I should let him win. I didn't want to bust his ego. So I let him take the next 2 games and the tie breaker.
After the game we went back to cook dinner and hang out. The weird part was when he was changing in my bathroom he came out with his shirt off. He wasn’t in good shape so his hairy belly grossed me out. And why did he think that was a good idea? I’m cooking here and working with food and wanted to puke all over dinner, gross. Like I’d see that and jump all over him, no thanks. He did put his other shirt on, thank you jebus.
He actually was a really nice good guy, we talked a lot about Match dating, work, and traveling. He seems to have a bit of a shady past, but don’t we all get into trouble now and again. He warned me that he has a serious Sysco ex-girlfriend who keyed one of his date’s car last week. I immediately regretting letting him come to my house, since sysco might just be stalking him and now knows where I live, great.
My dog loved this guy; he was smart and brought him a raw ride. Ahhh, a man after my dog’s heart.
I really wasn’t feeling him though, but I’d love to play tennis again, so maybe he can go in my tennis buddy friend corner, or not. Most likely I’ll never see him again. Dating sucks, I just want to meet someone that really sparks.
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