Just to finish my story, it went fro funny to just bad, as this man proceeded to ask me as I was taking a spoonful of yogurt, why I hadn't had any children yet, since I was over 35, and even had the gall to make nasty comments about my car, asking me if I owned my home!!!!! I just couldn't wait to get away from him, but I had to drive him back to his car.......and that was the beginning of the end!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I decided to use a baseball term to help me in dating. Quite simply said, "3 strikes, and you're out"!!!! This one is a doozie. Hang onto your hat, we're going on a ride!!
I met "C" at a friend's Christmas party. There was what I thought was an interesting guy, he came over to talk, and at the end of the party he asked for my number. So I willingly exchanged numbers with this man, since I had met him at my friend's house trusting that she knew him well enough to invite him to her house.
When he called and said he'd be interested in doing whatever I wanted, I chose tennis at the park. He agreed, saying that it sounded like fun, so off I went to meet him at the park, arriving with my tennis racquet swinging. Imagine my surprise when we arrive at the courts and they were all in use! I asked him, "Didn't you reserve a court?" No, he had not. Strike 1.
I told him I knew of another park not too far from where we were, and for him to follow me. So we arrive at the second park, but they did not have tennis courts there, so we decided to go for a walk. Not five minutes had passed in our walk, that a park ranger pickup truck moved right behind us, informing that the park was closing in 15 minutes. I remember that I laughed, thinking.....this is just getting really funny. Strike two.
So then C says, "Let's go have a drink" and I said I would prefer getting a frozen yogurt, and he proceeded to tell me how much he did not like frozen yogurt but that it was all right, and that he thought in a mall narby they had a frozen yogurt shop. This time I drove my car, and he was in the passenger seat. We arrive at the mall he directed me to and I must have droven through it twice, and there was no frozen yogurt shop anywhere. At that point I should have categorized it as a Third Strike, yet I really wanted something to come out well from this and I said I knew where there was a frozen yogurt shop, so off we w
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