Speed Dating

That's right, friends... another episode of Crazy, Wacky, First Dates with your host, ME!

I've been texting with this guy named Robert. He lives about an hour south of me and is a 30-year-old middle school drama teacher. He's very good looking, well spoken, and seems like generally a nice guy. It became kind of apparent why he's probably single at the age of 30 though (and has only had 1 serious, long term relationship) - he's chronically busy. I know I talk about how busy I am. We're all busy. We all have crap that needs to be done in our lives. But this guy takes the cake for busy-ness it seems.

Anyway, he was planning to be up in the area to see a play at the University of Portland on Saturday evening - so he asked if I'd like to meet up before hand for a light dinner & drinks. Sure, sounded good to me. Originally we were suppose to meet around 5:00 and his play was at 7:30 nearby. I get a text from him around 4:45 saying he's running late and needed to push it back to 5:45/6:00. OK, cool. We decide to meet at a brewery in downtown. Thank the heavens, this one drinks! He gets there before me and sends me a text while I'm parking asking me what I'd like to drink. Aw, sweet, right?.

I'll just jump to the meat and potatoes. Dude was TALKATIVE. I mean to the point where I almost couldn't get a word in edgewise. It didn't seem like it was nervous talkative either. It was just genuine "I like to talk" talkative. So more of the "conversation" (term being used loosely as I deem a conversation a dialogue, not a monologue) was him talking about stuff. Ok, not horrible. He was nice to look at, was well spoken and actually had interesting stories - but HELLO, can I interject at all?! I didn't think it was going horribly - but beause of his tardiness the stupid "date" only lasted about 50 minutes or so! A 50 minute date! Can you believe that? Gives new meaning to the term "speed dating."

When we had discussed actually making said date, we talked about meeting before his play. then meeting back up afterward for another couple of drinks and conversation. Fast forward to 11:00'ish that night - no call, no text, nothing.

:throws hands in air: