Well I was pretty bored the other day, so I started surfing and caught myself a real live man right away. I agreed to meet someone that I me t through a local online chat that same day I normally check them out a little better before I agree to a date but it was a beautiful day and he wanted to take me to my very favorite seafood restaurant on the water.
Once again I lucked out! He looked very similar to his picture and he was very nicely dressed. I remember thinking as he came to the door that he seemed to be a little shy and quiet but there is nothing really wrong with that.
He also did not say much as we raced along the seashore highway in his gorgeous little Porsche. I just decided to attribute this to shyness. He told me where we were going and he complimented me once. All he said was “That dress looks good on you.”
However when it was about halfway through our dinner and he had about three scotches and was still not looking me in the eye I began to get concerned. He seemed, in fact, to be looking everywhere in the room but at me directly. Mostly his gaze seemed to land on the television sets above the bar, which were broadcasting a sports game.
Even thought the food was great and he was one of the nicest looking men I have ever been with I was starting to feel claustrophobic. He wasn’t really talking about much. He mentioned that the construction on the highway was irritating. He also said something about how he was planning to install new tiles in his condo.
The silence between him and I was deafening so I claimed that I wasn’t feeling well and that I wanted to go him. This was his cue to order another Scotch. He then asked me if I would like to go on a three day weekend with him to Las Vegas. He also told me he would take me shopping and buy me some glamorous clothes so I would look great standing next to him at the baccarat tables. He also told me that he had the feeling that I would bring him good luck.
When I said that I wasn’t interested in going to Vegas he didn’t reply. He simply continued to watch the television while he finished his drink. He then drove me home with only saying the most perfunctory of words such as “Do up your seatbelt.” He attempted to peck me on the cheek as I left the car but I dodged him.
That was one of the loneliest dates I have ever been on but part of me is wondering if it would have gone better if I had agreed to go to Las Vegas. Although I could use some sexy clothes I am sure I would have “cooled out” his luck as I am definitely not happy about being a trophy girlfriend.