Sunday, May 9, 2010

something's fishy

Alright so, I am back on the market after a six month relationship and hesitantly decide to go on some dates. Most of the dates have been fine and just normal. Nothing blog worthy. Thursday night was my first exception in an while. This guy (another texter mind you, ugh!) comes up from Phoenix to visit His family and asks me to meet him at Market Street Broiler. For those that don't live in the area, it's a very yummy seafood place. So, although I wasn't sure how the date would go I agreed because at least I would be getting a good dinner right? Right. Good dinner it was. The date? Not so much. The best way to describe it was "awkward".

This guy was a pathologist. I asked him about it because to be honest I don't know much about that particular career. I shouldn't have. I REALLY shouldn't have. While eating and trying to enjoy my fish he proceeded to explain for a good 20 minutes about the dead tissue he looks at. I have a sun spot on my face and he started to diagnose it. By the time he was done I just wanted to shout, "leave your work at home buddy". I no longer want to eat my fish because the texture is reminding me of the dead tissue he so kindly described.

Finally, the waiter gave us our check. We left the restaurant and I couldn't even go in for the hug. I went for the handshake. I got the "dead fish". It was fitting. This was the "dead fish" date for sure! The date lasted a total of 55 minutes which I believe is the shortest in my dating career.

At the very least, dating is an interesting adventure. We'll see what happens with this week's dates, hopefully I will have more stories soon!