Well, "T" 46 put up with me for exactly one hour (to the minute!) ... during which time he kind of stared at me with a strange expression on his face ... maybe he was distracted by the giant zit that appeared on my cheek right before I left to meet him???
To T's credit, he looked exactly like his photos ... not half bad, but in need of a little dose of Queer Eye for sure. The clothes would have been suitable for a man 15 years older ... and I'm sorry, but I don't think it's OK to wear running shoes on a date ... unless you're actually going running ... which if you're dating me, you won't be doing. And he's really into dancing ... swing and salsa to be exact. He actually suggested that I give it a try ... even after I told him about my unbelievable lack of coordination ... perhaps T enjoys watching women fall down?
A few things bothered me about T's manners ... when I got to the coffee place, T aready had coffee in hand, because the place was closing and he didn't want to miss out. And he didn't once open a door for me ... but to his credit, he did pay for my drink and he seemed concerned about me walking home alone in the dark.
But the worst thing was when, right in the middle of our conversation, he announced that he was ready to go home ... and off he went ... Oooh, I'll bet he rocks those running shoes so he can make a quick getaway ...
All in all, not a terrible hour ... but I don't think T and I will be "swinging" together any time soon.
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