Last night I went out on a blind date with a guy.
It was probably one of the most lackluster dates I have ever been on and I seriously could hardly keep myself awake throughout most of it.
First of all, and most unpleasantly of all, he turned out to be about 2 inches shorter than he told me over the phone. We both initially disclosed to each other that we were 5'9, so naturally, I thought to myself, "Okay, I can't really wear any kind of resemblance of heels around him, but at least he is around my height."
I was dismayed, however, when I met him, that by 5'9 he meant more around the regions of 5'7. You see, 5'7 is too short. I can't, I can't, I simply can't date a short guy again. I tried back in April, and it crashed and burned so miserably after about two weeks, that I never want to try again.
So we went to Buffalo Wild Wings a few blocks from where I live. I drove, as it was too cold to walk from my apartment to the wings place, and as we got out of the car and I walked next to him, it hit me once again that the height issue would make any kind of relationship between him and me impossible.
As we ordered our drinks and talked about sports, I found myself being more attracted to our bartender than my blind date. Call me crazy, but I felt that when the server and I smiled at each other politely as he greeted me and my date, his eyes locked with mine for a moment too long to just call it a friendly greeting. Simply put, he wanted me from the first moment he saw me.
Instead of shamelessly hitting on the bartender, however, I decided to be a good date for the rest of the evening, nodding gently to stories he told me and engaging in some lifeless banter about sports, spirits and school. He was nice, occasionally funny. He was so not my type that I desperately tried to subtly hint through the date that I wasn't willing to be anything more than friends with him.
We called it a night around 11:30 and as I was shaking his hand goodbye, in my head I was already wondering how to gently break it to him that I was not interested in him in THAT way, if he were to follow up on our date.
Sure enough, as he IMed me an hour later with a "Hey, next time we should go bowling!", I replied with a firm "Hey, I'm sorry, you're a good guy but I just wasn't feeling you like that."
You know what they say, to find a prince you have to kiss a lot of frogs first. But this time, this little froggie isn't getting smooched by me.