I “met” Doc (name has been changed to protect the innocent?) online. His profile was great.
He was tall (enough), average body, did not want children (he already had them) and he had a
job and a car. He did not do drugs, drank socially and liked to have fun. He was former Soccer
player and had traveled to Scandanavia as a player. His pictures were not all close up, which is
always nice to see. I decided to start texting him. It was a pleasant enough exchange of hellos, good morning, what do you like to do for fun, etc. We exchanged pleasantries
for a few days before moving on to direct texting. We texted for a day and had the first real
conversation (over the phone) that night. We talked about a lot. He told me about his start-up
business and a little of what it was about. He told me about the troubles he was having with find
“good help”. Afterall, human resources were the biggest issue in owning/ operating a business,
he said. We talked for about three hours. Progress, right?
He was tall (enough), average body, did not want children (he already had them) and he had a
job and a car. He did not do drugs, drank socially and liked to have fun. He was former Soccer
player and had traveled to Scandanavia as a player. His pictures were not all close up, which is
always nice to see. I decided to start texting him. It was a pleasant enough exchange of hellos, good morning, what do you like to do for fun, etc. We exchanged pleasantries
for a few days before moving on to direct texting. We texted for a day and had the first real
conversation (over the phone) that night. We talked about a lot. He told me about his start-up
business and a little of what it was about. He told me about the troubles he was having with find
“good help”. Afterall, human resources were the biggest issue in owning/ operating a business,
he said. We talked for about three hours. Progress, right?
The next night we talked again... mostly about him and his beginning business. I was happy
that his business was doing so well. By the end of this conversation, we decided to meet in
person for a proper first date. We met at his country club at his request.
that his business was doing so well. By the end of this conversation, we decided to meet in
person for a proper first date. We met at his country club at his request.
I dressed appropriately, in that I thought a country club would be a little more dressy than
meeting at a pub, let's say. I wore heels, which for me was a first in over a year (more on that
later). When I got there, he met me inside the door. No hug, no handshake just the assumption
that I was who I said I was. I was given the nickel tour and made the correct sounds, ohh,
ahhh and wow, when needed. Finally, we sat down. It was a farce. When I mentioned what
I wanted to order, he told me his father had ordered it once and it was not so good. I changed
my order to something else, only to be met with, "You should only order Italian from Italian
restaurants." At this point, I did not care and said, "I'll risk it."
meeting at a pub, let's say. I wore heels, which for me was a first in over a year (more on that
later). When I got there, he met me inside the door. No hug, no handshake just the assumption
that I was who I said I was. I was given the nickel tour and made the correct sounds, ohh,
ahhh and wow, when needed. Finally, we sat down. It was a farce. When I mentioned what
I wanted to order, he told me his father had ordered it once and it was not so good. I changed
my order to something else, only to be met with, "You should only order Italian from Italian
restaurants." At this point, I did not care and said, "I'll risk it."
Risk, I did. He ordered his filet mignon and continued to talk about his very expensive rental car,
and his high profile lifestyle. Honestly, I guess he thought he was impressing me and really, I just
wanted to leave. The conversation was all about money and how much he had, how much he
was making and how important he truly was. I made the mistake of asking what kind of doctor
he was. He looked shocked and told me, "Chiropractor". I smiled and said, "Oh, the only doctor
I don't believe in." (Now, to be clear I do believe in chiropractors, I just am afraid of them. I once
heard someone get adjusted and it scared the daylights out of me. I will never do that.) He was
not amused with my response and went on to tell me, exactly, why being a chiropractor was
indeed a doctor and I should respect him.
Needless to say, the beer I had consumed was not enough and throughout the dinner, "Doc"
could not talk unless addressing the room. I'm not sure how you were brought up but in my
house, one makes eye contact when speaking if they want to be respected. So "Doc" continued
and I blurted out, "well, I have a paper to write after this." (It was true, I am in school and do
have multiple papers to write weekly.) I wasn't trying to be rude just get to the end of the date.
He had to have his dessert though. I found it funny because throughout the conversation he
had told me how important it was to him to "eat healthy" and "get his body back". Yet, he
ordered cheesecake and was more than a little miffed when it took longer than he thought
appropriate.
I, of course, ordered the same thing in an effort to get along. Once the cheesecake arrived, he
complained it was "the frozen type". I tried not to laugh but I did anyway. At this point, I
was done trying to avoid confrontations. What kind of cheesecake did he expect? I mean it's a
restaurant like any other, even if it's located in a country club. Even though it offended him,
he ate that cheesecake with wild abandon. I couldn't finish mine. In fact, I didn't finish my
beer either. It was time to go.
We walked out to the parking lot. I was parked directly to the left and he, to the right. We
parted ways in the middle. Neither of us said anything of communicating more. We both knew
this was no match!
That concluded my official first date.
and his high profile lifestyle. Honestly, I guess he thought he was impressing me and really, I just
wanted to leave. The conversation was all about money and how much he had, how much he
was making and how important he truly was. I made the mistake of asking what kind of doctor
he was. He looked shocked and told me, "Chiropractor". I smiled and said, "Oh, the only doctor
I don't believe in." (Now, to be clear I do believe in chiropractors, I just am afraid of them. I once
heard someone get adjusted and it scared the daylights out of me. I will never do that.) He was
not amused with my response and went on to tell me, exactly, why being a chiropractor was
indeed a doctor and I should respect him.
Needless to say, the beer I had consumed was not enough and throughout the dinner, "Doc"
could not talk unless addressing the room. I'm not sure how you were brought up but in my
house, one makes eye contact when speaking if they want to be respected. So "Doc" continued
and I blurted out, "well, I have a paper to write after this." (It was true, I am in school and do
have multiple papers to write weekly.) I wasn't trying to be rude just get to the end of the date.
He had to have his dessert though. I found it funny because throughout the conversation he
had told me how important it was to him to "eat healthy" and "get his body back". Yet, he
ordered cheesecake and was more than a little miffed when it took longer than he thought
appropriate.
I, of course, ordered the same thing in an effort to get along. Once the cheesecake arrived, he
complained it was "the frozen type". I tried not to laugh but I did anyway. At this point, I
was done trying to avoid confrontations. What kind of cheesecake did he expect? I mean it's a
restaurant like any other, even if it's located in a country club. Even though it offended him,
he ate that cheesecake with wild abandon. I couldn't finish mine. In fact, I didn't finish my
beer either. It was time to go.
We walked out to the parking lot. I was parked directly to the left and he, to the right. We
parted ways in the middle. Neither of us said anything of communicating more. We both knew
this was no match!
That concluded my official first date.
