My Journey's: A Memorable One

I was sitting here thinking about all the dates I'd been on in the past year and a half (actually 2 years but I don't like to admit that) and I got to thinking about a couple that are quite memorable in my book. 


We'll just call him B. For identity purposes, but mostly because I really can't remember his name. Anyways, B and I started chatting via okc. His profile was nice. He seemed pretty cool in his leather jacket. Yeah the leatha had me fooled! Not a lot of pictures, but enough for me to think I could judge his actual appearance. 


It wasn't long before we started texting (I miss the days where an actual conversation took place. Then again sometimes I don't). Then discussing a plan to meet. We both loved music and Karaoke. He said he was a performer/producer of sorts. Me, I just love to sing and Karaoke is so much fun to me. What's better than going to a bar and watching people make fools of them selves? And sometimes you get those rare gems that are amazing and give you chills. The night that B and I decided to meet for Karaoke, I got chills, but not for him. 


He chose the spot. It was in Midtown. He wasn't familiar with the area. His hair was way too long. Longer than in his pictures. I mean the guy's "bangs" (yeah he had freakin bangs) covered his eyes. And he was really shy. Awkward shy. So, he decides to put his name in for a Maroon 5 song. Oh goodness Maroon 5, you got to be kidding. This is only after he held on to the piece of paper wrestling with whether he should or shouldn't put it in. Now I'm thinking "he said he's a performer". Well obviously not. He gets up there and I mean you can't even hear him. The music is going and this guy is just standing up there looking like a fool. I hate to say that, but it's true. Of course I had to lie to him and tell him I could hear him and "no it was really good". It was horrible. His next brilliant idea was that we sing a duet. I chose June Carter & Johnny Cash, Jackson. We're almost out the door before our name gets called. I almost dodged a bullet. Almost! It was just as horrible as the first go round. Only this time he took me down with him. 


Finally, we are leaving and it's snowing outside, so I offer to drive him to his car. I wasn't parked far away. And guess what? He doesn't remember where he parked his car. I mean really? I was driving in circles trying to find his nissan truck. Finally drop him off, say our good byes and that was that. He texted me a couple days later, but nothing after that. Maybe I did dodge a bullet after all.