My Journey's: The Guy Who Wouldn't Shut Up

Every time this guy wrote me a message, it was like a book. I should of known "C" liked to talk. He chose to meet at the Iberian Pig. I'd had a busy day the night of our date. I had a kickball game at 4 (I was playing for a different league and this league usually never started or ended on time) and then this date at 6. I was serialously rushed for time and got stuck in traffic. 


As we were walking towards each other I noticed something about him. Something that usually doesn't attract my interest...He was short. An extra added bonus, his hair was thinning. The date must go on however, so we walked to the restaurant with some casual chat and were seated. "C" must of thought of himself as some sort of wine, beer and food connoisseur because he would not shut up about the menu. Every time our waiter, who was very nice buy the way, came by "C" found it necessary to discuss with him his thoughts for about 20 minutes. No shit. At one point he wanted to order a tonic, so instead of just ordering it he had to discuss this with our waiter first. Our waiter had great things to say about the drink, but "C" is picky. He ordered it and complained about it afterwards to the waiter. Well you drank it "C"! Regardless our waiter doesn't care about your thoughts on the drink. It's a number one selling drink there. He also felt it necessary to talk about the beer selection not being good enough considering the Brick Store was across the way. 


Honestly I felt more like I was (and "C" was) on a date with the waiter. The guy just would not shut up. By the end of the, what seemed to be running on an on, date I'd had 2 glasses of very good wine, a bunch of food, and he'd had a glass of wine, (a disgusting) tonic, a beer and a (pink) martini. His favorite drink of the night? The martini. I wish that I had a picture of his face when he took that first sip. "Oh my god, oh my god, that is incredible". Please, it's a martini. 


The date came to a close and I decided to let him drop me off at my car. It wasn't that far but he insisted. He'd also made me a beer. Yep he makes his own beer. Too bad I left it in his car. I was actually excited about it. Still bringing a gift on a first date is weird to me. It's like making someone a mixed tape you don't know. You don't know me. You don't know what I'm going to like. Don't try to guess. Chances are it's going in the waste basket. 


After this date I went and met an old friend at my sisters bar. He brought his older brother and another friend. I enjoyed myself more with these guys. They're down country but at least they don't take themselves so seriously. Plus the friend he brought kept saying I was cute. It was freakishly too much, but it was still nice.