First pot date in a while...
I’d taken a break for a year to focus on studies, now I was ready to get back into the bowl. I was feeling optimistic. I thought why not use this date to get back into practise.
It was bad. The first thing he did was complain about the noise in the restaurant he had picked, he then complained about where we had been seated. He complained about where the bread plate was placed and how the waiter poured the wine, he even took the damn bottle and showed him how it should be done. He’d called himself a gentleman, yeah right. The whole date was him complaining about everything. I felt so embarrassed that I had to apologise to the waiter when he left to the restroom.
This guy was a mess and from the stories he told me, he sounded flakey af. From leaving his stuff in another country to some weird legal battles he’s going through. I decided to make the most of it, finished my wine and ordered a big dessert for the train home and told him I had to leave.
There was no way I could put up with that behaviour. I imagined that would be how he would treat his sb’s too.
I’ve got another pot date Saturday, sounds better than this one and closer to home. Although he sounds a bit too obsessed with his previous baby...
