The Curse

Original Post:
Okay, the next online guy I went on a date with was one that I wasn't really interested in.  He was the same nationality as my ex, he was also from the same town and played the same sports, so I was less than enthused, but in the spirit of 'getting back on the horse' after 'throwing a wrench' in the last pseudo relationship I sucked it up. We went to a place 1/2 way between our homes and met for drinks.  He was cute and I thought 'okay, I can deal with this'.  Well I was wrong.  I couldn't deal with it...at all.  He kept cursing!  Every other word started with an 'F' or ended with an 'it'.  (Side note: When I was 5, I told my mom that one of my friends kept saying the 'F' word.  She was shocked that another 5 year old would know the 'F word' and asked me how to spell it....I responded F-H-I-T, even at 5 I was a genius.)  Now I’m not claiming to be Mother Theresa, I can curse with the best of them, but I try to be on my best behavior on a first (and even a second) date! 

As if the potty mouth wasn’t bad enough, he kept talking about his ‘Armani Exchange glasses’.  What is it with guys wanting to talk to me about their glasses? I swear he literally mentioned these glasses 6 or 7 times.  It was also interesting because he said he doesn’t wear these beloved glasses anymore because his friends made fun of him.  Which is too bad because I love a guy in glasses; I really think they make anyone look a billion times smarter. And when I was a blonde I felt like my glasses gave me some credibilityJ.

Now here’s where things get a little interesting, at the end of the date, he went in for the kiss (which I assure you wasn’t happening) and I turned my head really quickly so he got some cheek…and then I hustled to my car.  Thinking that this was right up there with the staring contest date, I thought it was over and done and that would be the end of Mr. Potty Mouth.  I was wrong (there seems to be a reoccurring theme here).   He then texted me and ask for a second date!  Now here’s the thing: I have a two date rule.  I think they people can be nervous on a first date (especially a blind date) and it can alter their personality (for better or worse), so I always give people a second chance (if they want it).  But I honestly don’t know that I can sit through another date with this guy, especially if he is the Armani Exchange glasses wearing cursing guy that he was the first time around.  And now I’m stuck, because the date is set for Sunday.

Update:
After finishing the above post, I went back to look at the email I wrote to a friend when she asked me how the date was and this is verbatim what I wrote (I took out a few lines, just to save what little bit of pride I have left, it was a pretty mean email and I sounded like a jackbutt):

To: Cousin
Cc: Best Friend A
From: Me
Date: Mon, Aug 15, 2011 at 11:59 AM
Subject: Date Disaster

“The date was bad.  He was really cute though, and tall and athletic...However, he cursed every other word, literally 'f*ck' and 'sh*t' were vocab staples...  He also mentioned his 'Armani Exchange glasses' about 56 times and the fact that he was color blind, so he needs people to go shopping with him because he doesn't know what burgundy or plum are.  He also doesn't like himself in green… His mother also doesn't know that he drinks because she "thinks he's perfect and he doesn't want to break her heart". I tried dropping subtle hints that it was 'past my bedtime' and that I 'had to wake up early in the morning' and that it 'was a work night', but clearly subtlety isn't his thing, because he proceeded to keep talking until 12:15am!!!  The date started at 8:30pm.  I thought about cutting off an extremity just so I could go home.  It was torture.”

After reading that email, I promptly texted Mr. Potty Mouth and told him that I wasn’t going to make it on Sunday and I just didn’t think we were a good fit. So am I a little harsh, yes, but at least I practice what I preach!