So Friday night I had a date with a guy named Tim (ugh, I know). Well actually, he kept calling himself Timmy, which I think is only cool if you are five years old, drunk, or a frat boy.

Anyways, when we talked on MSN he seemed really funny, and we got along pretty well, so we decided to meet up for drinks.

I walked into the bar at 8 and saw him sitting on one of the stools...taking up a lot of stool space...see what I'm getting at here? Dude was large. Quite large. Large and kinda sweaty :-/
So I sit down and we start talking. Nice guy, but do you ever notice that some people aren't good at looking people in the eye when they talk? His eyes were ALL OVER THE PLACE and it was driving me crazy! I wanted to grab his face between my hands and yell, "I'm right HERE!" ...but then I realized the downside of that would be me touching his sweaty face. Ew.

Conversation was decent, and no awkward silences. He was just as funny in person as he was online, which was good because it kept things light and I was laughing a lot. I told him some of my dating horror stories and I had him laughing pretty good myself. And then came the weird comment out of left field...something about how he didn't have much money, how he puts most of it away in mutual funds, etc. so he will be okay in the future. I thought it was a very odd statement to make out of nowhere, until it came time for us to leave and he asked the bartender for the bill for just HIS drink. I almost started laughing out loud because WHO DOES THAT? And the earlier comment was just preparation for the fact that he wouldn't be paying for my one drink. The bartender didn't hear him, or maybe thought he was kidding, because my drink was put on the bill too. I dug six dollars out of my purse and gave it to him, then we walked down to the subway. Instead of a hug or a handshake, he gave me a high five and said, "So I guess I'll catch you online, sister!"

Awesome, dude! That was like, so totally tubular!



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