The One With Sunday Funday

I had been talking to this guy on Match.com for a few weeks. Seemed to be a busy guy and wasn’t overly chatty. He was 32, working in medical sales, and really handsome in his pictures. One Sunday he asked if I wanted to go to his apartment complex and hang out by the pool/grill up some food. Now, given the fact that I am extremely self-conscious, especially in bathing suits, I can’t believe I agreed to this. This was our first meeting.

I drove over to his place and he met me out front. Very good looking guy. He let me park in his parking garage since there was no spot for me on the street. His garage was gated so he had to let me in. This also meant that he had to let me out.

He walks me up to his apartment where I meet his roommate and his little Italian Greyhound. Next thing I noticed was little puppy training pads everywhere. I discretely asked how old his pup was. She was 6yrs old. Why the heck did this dog need so many training pads? Here’s my thought—if you want a dog, be sure you are capable to bring it outside to go to the bathroom. It’s disgusting to leave used training pads all over the house. You knew I was coming over, do you use these all the time? Poor pup. Isn’t brought outside to pee. Sure, if you are working 10 hour days and you think your dog might have an accident, I get it. But daily use?! When you’re home?! It’s the weekend for goodness sake!

We proceeded to walk out to the apartment pool. It was a very nice pool. He introduced me to his friends who were there, handed me a beer and then sat down. The weird thing was, he didn’t sit down next to me. He probably sat the farthest away from me he possibly could. I got to know his friends really well! I could tell you everything about his friend, Katie. Where she’s from, what she’s studying in school, what she does for work, her hobbies, her views on some controversial tops… But I knew nothing about him. What the heck? I came over to hang out with you dude. He jokingly asked his friends if he was being a good host and they all said, “No!!” So he laughed and then got up to come sit next to me.

We talked for a minute and then he proceeded to turn his entire body and talk to someone else behind him. Is he not into me? Finally, I grew the balls to ask him if he wanted me to leave. Because honestly, it was like he didn’t want me there. And if he wasn’t into me, that’s fine, I will gladly leave then endure this shit any longer. He told me that he didn’t want me to leave and then he apologized. Well, alright. I guess that’s settled. I decided to give him a chance to redeem himself.

Let me remind you that I am 100% uncomfortable in this entire situation because I am sitting in a bathing suit in front of strangers. And the person that I am supposed to be hanging out with me has been ignoring me for the last 2 hours. He asked me to go to over to the hot tub with him. Once we were there, he found the only person he knew in the near vicinity and started talking to them instead. Alright, I’m over this.

I kindly told him that I had to get home and get some things taken care of before the week started. Let me remind you, I couldn’t just leave, he had to let me out of his garage. So he walked me to my car and asked me if I was ok being I was being quiet. I kind of tore into him for the fact that he invited me over and then proceeded to ignore me the entire time. You’re on a dating site, which you pay for, and you don’t even care to get to know the girl you invited over? That’s just so strange to me. What’s the point then? Obviously I got along with your friends just fine, but you don’t even know my last name.

Regardless, I hugged him goodbye and wasn’t even slightly disappointed that I wasn’t going to see him again.

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