Life and the trials and tribulations of dating over 40.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Date Nine: Paulution

Paul.  We talked for a few weeks before we finally met.  This was another Internet guy.  Funny.  Made me laugh, which is very important. We met for dinner at a great Mexican place in Henderson. He was late.  That alone is the kiss of death in my book. The humor I had experienced via the phone and the web was completely gone. Oddly, though, he didn't crack a smile. ANOTHER one missing teeth!   Yikes.  He didn't think I noticed.  And as we ate--I figured i'd just get through it---he stuck his hand up my pant leg.  I had my left ankle on my right knee...and when I asked him what he was doing, he said, "Checking to see if I have plans for later."  "What? If I've shaved my legs you think you're gonna get laid?"  "Yep."  The only thing he got was the check.  Paulution was his screen name.  I think Paul in ate her would have been funnier.

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