Our first date was pretty normal, on the good end of normal really. Fairly good conversation, good dinner, seemed nice enough........nice enough for a second date to be exact.
As a side note, it was on my way home from this first date that I had a blinding flash of clarity: the amount of conversation I have on a date is not directly related to the relationship potential of said date. In short, I can talk to anyone. When you have to make coherent conversation with people who are actively psychotic, people who are mostly coherent are a piece of cake.
Anyway---- date was good enough for a second date.
He emailed the next day (Friday), asked for a second date, called Saturday and we decided to take the dogs to the off-leash park Sunday morning. Phoebe was very excited to meet a new friend. Her mom was moderately interested in the date itself. I decided that capris and a t-shirt were appropriate attire for a Sunday morning park trip. When he got there I noticed he had on gym clothes. Given this was a pretty casual date, I wasn't initally alarmed. His dog was sweet (a Huskey) and got along well with Phoebe. As we were talking however, I realized he hadn't shaved, and probably hadn't shaved since Thursday's date. Through the course of conversation, I discover he went to play tennis yesterday, and that he played IN THE SAME CLOTHES HE WAS THEN WEARING on our date. Given that he hadn't shaved, I think there's a good possibility he had not showered, either. Tennis.....in Charlotte.....in July.
He called Monday morning at 7:30am. Bizarre time to call someone, even if you know they're a morning person. He called again Monday night at 10:30p, also a bizarre time to call someone when you know they're a morning person.
He is now known as Dirty Boy. There wasn't a 3rd date.
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