After my date with Breast Cancer Girl came and went I reactivated the match.com profile and started setting up dates. What followed was a period where I was going on 3-4 dates a week with complete and utter strikeouts. Apparently my vetting process did not improve from my last go around. Of course my vetting process is pretty poor to non-existent, so I guess the only person I have to blame is myself.
Bobby Finstock’s Official Vetting Process
1) Are you female? Yes… continue on.
2) You aren’t lying to me are you? No… continue on.
3) Do you have any kids? No… you passed!
Okay, I definitely am the only person to blame on my screening process.
Through these dates nothing really stood out, mostly just tidbits from conversations.
There was one girl that I went on a date with that revealed that she had moved to the Northwest about eight months to live with her cousin. She moved here without a job, couldn’t find a job, and spent her day walking her dog to the dog park after she woke up after 1pm. (Needless to say I just assumed I would be handling the dinner bill.) Mostly though these dates were forgettable on both ends, I am sure none of these women are sitting home and wondering about me.
My favorite/most horrific conversation was with a girl that I met for drinks. We had a couple of drinks and were hitting it off so we decided to roll it into dinner. About a third of the way through dinner there was a slight break in conversation, which was ended by her saying, “I’ve got something to tell you. Just so you know I killed my best friend in a car accident in high school and have had 19 reconstructive surgeries since then.”
What the hell do you follow that up with? Asking her what her favorite color is?
I froze for a second, uttered some words about how rough that must have been, then completely mentally checked out for the rest of the meal. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why someone would throw this out there on a first date. It’s usually recommended to not talk about religion or politics on a first date, can we add rape, vehicular manslaughter, murder, and anything involving “How I Met Your Mother” to that list?
My dating record was starting to look pretty bleak. Of course it wasn’t just because of bad dates. Blame can easily be tossed onto these shoulders… Tomorrow I cover how to completely screw up a potential winning relationship.
What is something that you revealed to someone on a date that you wish you never had?