Goodbye Void
Last night Void and I texted a lot. It was a deep, thoughtful, silly at times conversation. I had high hopes for the date.
We met for lunch, which the food was amazing. The conversation was a bit off/stilted, but not terrible. He was obviously more relaxed than the first date. I had already agreed that he could come over to my place to drink wine. He had convinced me enough that he wouldn’t do anything problematic.
The wine was ok. I think it was on the verge of turning.
I had tried several times/ways over lunch and over the wine to ask about the felony conviction and living with his parents. He refused to admit to those things.
The conversation kept getting worse. He got way too personal. He was mentally already moved in and had us married in his head based on things he said. I... was horrified. He wasn’t trying to get to know me at all, only sharing stories about himself. He would interrupt me constantly. I had a glass (the glass was half full) whereas he had the entire rest of the bottle. He admitted to being drunk after I mentioned he was slurring his words.
After lots of water and sitting through another 90+ minutes of cringe worthy stories he sobered up enough. He finally got my hint that I wanted him to leave after he saw my face when he asked if I wanted to watch a movie. My face had involuntarily twitched/grimaced.
Luckily at that point he quickly put on his shoes and left. I hope he gets the clue that there isn’t anything further here. I worry about his knowing my number/house when on the first date he mentioned that every girl has a stalker or two. I hope that being so far from where he lives/works that will be too much effort for him.