Disastrous Date

There was this time I went come forth on a blind date. OK, not totally blind, because Id met this ridicule on the Internet, and had sort of seen contrives. But this is back in the day when Internet go pop(a) only first kicked off and digital cameras werent what they are now. Anyway, you get the picture the photos werent that clear. I thought it was a bit weird that when we were corresponding the make fun kept on asking how tall I was, making a real big deal out of it. In one electronic mail he said he even got out a cadence tape to convert (I only knew in cms and he only knew in feet).Well my question was answered when I arrived (a bit late) at the fancy restaurant he had booked for us he was tiny. OK, not that I have a problem with short guys, but Im short for a woman, and he wasnt a good deal taller. That and the fact that the guy was old enough to be my grandfather untimely 60s at least I was in my early 20s. In emails front to meeting up hed said he was older, but didnt give out any specifics. I quite like older men, so it wasnt authentically something on the forefront of my mind, and I just assumed hed be in the age category I had specified in my profile criteria.Well, allow me just say this, theres older men and then theres just old. And this in any case has a lot to do with how much a guy looks after himself, his dress sense, his outlook on life etc. Dinner was long, pinched out and awkward as hell. We had zero things in common and the guy was really boring and from a totally different world and times to me. He also had this habit of making a sort of hmmmm big(a) when he looked at me across the table which was totally creepy. Im not for sure if it was a nervous tick or if he thought it was a orgiastic kind of thing to do.At one point I had a brief vision of those small old hands touching my devoid skin and I wanted to run out of there screaming. If a friend had told me this I would have said to her, why didnt you just precede? A nd the thing is it was such a fancy dapple, with the whole three rails, positivist little things here and there from the chef, that it just didnt feel right to up and recant after the starters. Also, although we were unsuited to each other, this guy had clearly bygone through some trouble to book a nice place and make it special, and I felt it would have been rude to just leave him stranded there.Finally dinner came to an end and I couldnt wait to beat it out of there. Outside he hailed a taxi for me and said in the said(prenominal) weirdly creepy old guy trying to be sexy voice, You know, I dont have to be up early tomorrow morning, unless of course you want to be my alarm clock? To which I replied (nervously laughing), You know, unfortunately I do have to be up early that is, maybe future(a) time. Before beating a hasty retreat. I guess I didnt come off much better in the date either, because I didnt hear from him after that.