Monday, October 3, 2011

The Man Who Spilled His Guts

Well more like he spilled his family stories. There is a Chinese saying 家醜不外揚, you keep your family mess to yourself. But The Man Who Spilled His Guts did just the opposite. In the hour-long lunch date I learned about his sister's marriage, his brother-in-law's alcoholic problem, his parents' marital problem, his brother's family issue. I imagine this is what watching Jersey Shore is like because I kept thinking: "are you for real? This happened? That happened??"

I met The Man Who Spilled His Guts on the free internet dating site. Our communication follows this pattern: blah blah blah OMG he said something so intelligent blah blah blah OMG that's insightful. He has his moments but inconsistent. We met at a burger joint that I wanted to try forever. He talked the entire time. The date was like listening someone narrates a soap opera while he pays for lunch. I like stories.

After the date he walked me to my car, and he sort of made fun of the size of my car. At that point my interest level was fairly low as in I don't mind hanging out with him again and listen to crazy stories if I am not seeing anyone. So I didn't even have enough respect for him to say anything back about his insult on my car. Why bother? My wiseass comments are for people who get them.

He's been texting me and trying to ask me out again. I haven't had the time. First I met this other awesome guy (more about that later). Secondly school + work is taking up my life. I didn't tell him to get lost. In fact, I still want to hear more crazy stories. I just told him I have no time right now. He's quite understanding. But even in our texting he will sneak in small insults about things. I am usually very good at insult comedy, giving or taking. But one has to know the object of insult very well to do insult comedy right. This guy isn't doing insult comedy; he insults me because he just doesn't get me.

So for now, he's on the back burner.

What I learned: the rehab doesn't automatically find you a half-way house.

Second date: I don't know...

*Update* since Dr. TGIASE and I decided to be exclusive, I didn't return the one message The Man Who Spilled His Guts sent to me. He never sent me another message. No more communication.

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