Well, at least he was honest.
I checked out his profile and found that he was a decent looking Italian guy and the emails he sent me were pretty witty, so I thought "don't be shallow - give it a go!".
Frank chose the location, a little corner tavern in the town I live, not far from my home. It had the potential to be a hole-in-the-wall or a best kept secret. After eating the scallop appetisers with our drinks, it definitely proved to be the latter.
Frank was funny and cute - a little goofy, but ok.
I wore flat shoes to try to accommodate his height and he made mention that it wouldn't matter to him at all whether I was taller than he. It wasn't him I was concerned about - it was me.
He was a nice guy, good looking and funny - I could see that he could possibly have a little hyper-sensitivity going on when he told me that he still held a grudge against his former long-term girlfriend and admitting to getting therapy for it. He also mentioned that he only had "three more years of child support" about 5 times - THAT was pretty unattractive.
Having raised my kids myself, I don't appreciate someone who thinks providing for their children is a burden.
Nevertheless, it was an o.k. evening and I agreed to go out with him one more time.
We met for dinner at a great restaurant about 30 minutes away. The meal was great and we had nice conversation, followed by a short walk around the neighborhood afterword while our food settled. We parted ways in good spirits and I thought, "ok, he's not too bad" and decided that I would ask him to attend a concert with me the next week for which I had a couple of tickets.
SIDE NOTE: Between dates number one and two with Frank, he "friended" me on Facebook. I wasn't thrilled about this because I feel like it's a bit of an invasion right out of the gate, but not wanting to offend him, I went ahead and accepted his friend request.
It's also important to note that part of Frank's sense of humor was his ability to "bust chops" non-stop. He was definitely a tormentor who could dish it out fairly quickly - to anyone, including me.
Later that night - after the second date, Frank sent me a sweet note via facebook, which included a link to a you-tube video of a romantic song....all seemed to be going well, although I wasn't head-over-heels - there was no denying he was sweet......UNTIL.....Frank posted a comment about the NY Jets football team on his wall....and I made a wise-crack. Keeping in mind - this is a guy who would dish it up about any sports team, music, fashion, movie....whatever.
This proved my suspicions that ole' Frankie boy could be a bit hyper-sensitive....and the fast-forward end to the story is....he didn't like me any more. That's right, folks.....we went from Peter Gabriel songs to "I think I need to date around a little more.....will let you know if I want to see you" in 6.2 seconds.
I love that kind of ending....it reminds me to trust my gut. Always trust my gut.
Can you say CRYBABY???
2 down....98 to go!
NEXT???
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