Ok so I decided to give this online dating thing another whirl. There are certain types of men who frequent these sites. The ones trolling for sex, the legit nice and nerdy ones who just want a date / to find someone to marry, and the creepers. No, 47-year-old who lives in West VA, I don’t want to chat with you … but thanks for the offer.
Last night I went on a date with the second type … the legit nice nerd. So his pics online were quite deceiving. But I should have known when he had a Masters in Science and was an engineer for “some place he could not talk about” – which means he has a high clearance like most people here. Or he was making it up. Either way.
For a first date you would think someone would pull it together. Look a little nice. Dress their best. But no. This guy had on stone washed jeans and an ill fitting polo with his college logo and bad white tennis shoes. Tennis shoes? Really? And he had moobs. Yes, man boobs. Which were highlighted by his quasi-lycra shirt.
Now bad dressing is not necessarily a total deal breaker. Whatever. But he also had this odd blinking thing that I have seen a lot of engineers do. Like he has something in both eyes constantly and he could not make eye contact with me. Now I get that he was nervous but I can talk to a tree for hours so he could have been ok.
The conversation was centered around work and technology the whole night. The ENTIRE thing. I can get down with technology but I talk about it alllll day at work. I don’t want to talk about it in my social outings.
I am kind of a closet nerd too. But you know what it is like to KNOW you are cooler than the person you are on a date with? And he did not even drink and does not drink. I do not trust people who do not drink ... because I feel like they are judging. So it was a sober moobs date.
The bad part is, I know he really liked me. I feel bad but I cannot do the moobs. I just can’t…
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