Therapy

The dinner date and meeting with Steve was alright. Not spectacular but he was pretty chill. I wish he didn’t :

1. Talk about negatives about his ex. He called his ex “a nutjob”. I think in a divorce or in a dissolution of marriage, whatever both of the parties did, something made the relationship not work out. I am not your relationship expert but unless it is something really serious, both of the parties can do something to make the marriage work out. I’m still a hopeless romantic that a vow is well – hey don’t make any you can’t keep.
2. Talk about his online dates and the experience he’s had there – that’s very cliché already and I really try to avoid that. Really ? There’s already too many things to talk about. During the Spanish tapas dinner, Steve remarked that one of the women he met at the site called him one day and “asked me what I was wearing…at 10 o’clock in the morning! ” Now me,  enjoying my,  well, warm and delicious duck confit with sweet potatoes begin to realize where the conversation was going, took a sip of some water to try to spit out a “Uh-oh! ” and reached for some of the scallops. Steve then proceeded to mention that this same girl started to “masturbate on the phone! “. In my head I tried to think about oceans and palm trees, chocolate truffles and fountains. “Well,  you know some guys really would get s hang of that…. “
3. I felt like a therapist in a way…

On the other hand, he brought a 10-year-old bottle of wine. It was a Bourdeaux and it tasted pretty good. Rich.  Really,  I would’ve not been able to afford the damn bottle.   I’ll give it a seven out of 10 though. He also paid for dinner and he had a pretty good sense of humor. I offered to split it and he refused. I felt sooooo relieved ! That was savings for me. Dinner would’ve costed me $45 had I given my share. He made me decide where to go and I said that we should go to the Spanish tapas place at the end of the street which also played great salsa music. He wanted to go to another place next to it and later on changed his mind and made me decide. Gentleman. He’s cool for that.

We left the restaurant and ended up at a novelty place. We walked a little bit and it started to rain. I am not sure if there was any chemistry … and then! All of a sudden he thought about getting foot massages. I looked at the time it was already 10 o’clock in the evening. I asked myself “Who gets foot massages at this hour?” It’s a good thing that the foot spa place he was referring to was already closed. “I could really get a foot massage at this time” he said. 

Oh,  we went to a Chinese grocery store and for a moment there, at the tea aisle he stopped and looked into my eyes for the longest time that it felt a little awkward.  Was he trying to say something? He encouraged me to get some rose tea and chamomile tea… I’m a dummy and bought a bag each for $7.89.

We were walking more and then decided that it was time to get back to the cars. He walked me to my car and I think he was a little bit confused as to where he parked his. That was really odd. 

I drove off with The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill playing in my car. 

At this point I’m not sure if I should see him again. First of all, I am not sure if we share any similar interests besides wine. I honestly can go on living without drinking wine. Wine drinking is a pretty expensive lifestyle. That is truth. 
He’s pretty cute in person. He does seem like he has very good values. But how long will that last? And when am I going to have a job?
It’s time to go to sleep and welcome the weekend. Nevertheless, it was worth meeting Steve. He’s 5’5, btw.