After the holidays passed, I decided to give Hinge another shot to kick off the 2014 year. One of my resolutions was to try to be more open-minded and to give guys a chance who may not be my ideal “type” as far as physical attraction. I set a date with a guy who did not quite meet all of my criteria in the looks department, buuuut he did improv so I figured he must at least be funny. We decided on going to the bar down the block from me, which had not seen me on a first date since the guy I asked out at the bar. When I met him, he was tall and had more scruff than expected, so things were off to a good start….at least, for the first 20 minutes.
Problem #1: TMI
He wasn’t as funny as I had hoped, but I didn’t care so much that he wasn’t leaving me in stitches the whole time. I did care, though, that he was divulging his entire financial situation to me. From loans to medical bills, it was sufficiently awkward for me to respond and react to the level of detail he was providing. Even if I hadn’t felt all that uncomfortable about what he was telling me, it just wasn’t an appropriate initial conversation to have on a first date with a total stranger.
Problem #2: Debate Team Champion
It just so happened to be trivia night, and even though we weren’t playing, we did try to answer some of the questions here and there. Due to the fact that I suck at trivia (unless it is Family Feud-style, duh), there were few questions that I knew the answers to. However, apparently I retained something from my 12 years of Catholic school education because I immediately answered “Veronica” when they asked “who wiped the face of Jesus on the way to Calvary?” Well…that sparked the beginning of his rant on Atheism vs. Catholicism, why he is Atheist, and why the rest of the world should be Atheist too. He argued about science, about coincidence, about the evils of organized religion, the whole shabang. Hey, I’m not even all that religious anymore, but once he finished talking, I was pretty much ready for the check. For shits and giggles I did also ask him if he believed in karma or ghosts. Again, he went into a passionate explanation about how we are here on this earth alone and there are no outside forces and when we die, we die. No amount of alcohol was really able to improve the mood after that one-sided conversation. If this is what he brings up on first dates, then I have no idea what controversial topics he must bring up to the public audiences who go see him perform improv.
The goodbye was also pretty awkward, but I won’t consider it as Problem #3 because I am sure I added to the awkwardness just as much as he did. We hugged goodbye, I said thank you, then started walking the other direction. He offered to walk me to my apartment, but I said it was just down the block and that it was totally fine. I thanked him again and started to walk away when he said “ummm… ok…. I guess ‘bye’ then” – as if I was blowing him off. Sorry buddy, call me rude, but I wasn’t about to let him walk me to my door and see which exact apartment unit I lived in. Thanks but no thanks. And that is the last I saw of improv guy… and the last time I went out with someone I wasn’t at least somewhat-to-very attracted to.