I felt bad. He didn’t tell me he didn’t have a car — but picked a restaurant in my neighborhood.
If he had told me he didn’t have a car I would’ve met him near the metro. So I felt bad that he took a cab like 30 miles.
He’s nice. He used to be a firefighter until he broke his neck. He’s a month away from being divorced the second time. He doesn’t have
kids. He wants kids. He kept telling me what a great mother I’d make. He says he doesn’t have kids because his parents are divorced and he
always wanted to make sure he was with the right person. (Uhm, aren’t you supposed to try to do that before you get married?) He wants to get married again, soon.
He’s 43. He has two cats that he got from his ex. He wants to give them back to her. But then she’d have four cats, and she says she can’t have four
cats.
He used to have a dog, but he gave it away. Life is just easier without it, he says. (Life is easier without a lot of things.)
He says he’s been a victim of Nigerian scams on Match.com. He says a lot of women have contacted him — one woman said she was flying back to the US, sent him her flight information, then said she was walking down the street in Africa, was hit by a car and asked him to pay her hospital bills. He says this has happened to him a lot. (Hasn’t happened to me.)
We drank a bottle of chianti.
He’s a fan of Super Diamond — a Neil Diamond cover band — they sound like Neil Diamond mixed with Metallica, he says. He likes heavy metal music, but not if you can’t understand the words, so this makes a perfect match, he says. Although, when he first saw Super Diamond at the 9:30 Club in DC — he actually liked the Bee Gee’s cover band that opened for them better. But, he’s going to NYC to see Super Diamond play.
When he kissed me goodnight his mouth tasted like chalk and rubber. Odd because we were drinking the same chianti and shared a chocolate dessert. Maybe he
took a Tums when he went to the restroom.
He’s a nice guy. It was cold. He offered to give me his jacket. He holds doors.
His friends tell him he makes bad decisions. I think I might be a bad decision for him.
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S // March 10, 2008 at 6:55 pm
I.AM.CRYING!! hysterical, ma’am.
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