Worst Cup of Coffee Ever.

Wow. I have not blogged in a really, really long time. How excited are you? Not to mention, this is an extra special blog. It's a blog about my date.
So, I met this guy on match.com. If you're curious about online dating, go ahead and give it a try. If you get nothing more out of it, it's a blast just to read/make fun of all of the other profiles. And, the truth is, you never really know, you just might me someone you was worth it. I have not, not yet, anyway.
So, anyway, I didn't really like this guy that much from the start, but I'm a nice girl (haha), so I winked back. He kept talking, I kept responding. Then, all of the sudden he asked me if I wanted to get coffee. I said, sure, call me this weekend.
Before I continue, let me give you a little background information about this guy. He's a graduate of Western, which, compared to Lee, is a party school. He has a degree in Accounting and is an auditor for the IRS. He lives by himself in an apartment while his house is being built. For fun, he plays sports and goes out to the bars. What a match.
Back to the play by play, he did not call me over the weekend. I won't lie, I was relieved. He called on Monday. I called him back on Tuesday. He told me he would have to call me back because he was grocery shopping and getting the "cans and shit" out of his car.
(In case you're keeping score:
Strike 1: Didn't call when he said he would.
Strike 2: Swore the first time he talked to me. That's just a pet peeve of mine. When did guys stop treating girls like they were ladies? I don't have a problem with swearing really, but you couldn't hold your tongue the first time you talked to a new girl? Rude and very un-gentleman-like.)
So, he did call me back and we had a very awkward conversation. He asked me if I wanted to get coffee on Wednesday. I said that wouldn't really work for me cause I had to work late. He said he might be able to squeeze me in before he went to the bar on Thursday, but he really wanted to do it on Wednesday. I agreed. (I'm not counting that as a strike, cause I already knew he wasn't a gentleman.)
So, I get to the Starbucks first. I go ahead and order, just to take the awkward-ness out of that moment. I sit down and wait and wait and wait. I check my voicemail. The guy got lost on the way to the Starbucks in the mall parking lot. Are you freaking kidding me? So, I call him back and he is a little rude to me on the phone. He is definitely annoyed that he got lost and I think he is blaming me. (Oh, and strike three for being an idiot and blaming it on me.) He has a navigation system in his car (he told me three times).
He walks in. He doesn't even shake my hand or anything. I had to reach to shake his. He didn't apoligize for being late or for not buying my drink or anything. He says he's not going to get anything to drink yet. He doesn't drink coffee anyway, which he already told me at least twice. He sits down, no I'm sorry, he slouches down. And, I tell him I'm a little nervous. Perfect invitation to flirt. Does he? No, he says, "yeah?"
From there, I pretty much talked for an hour and half. If he was talking and I would start talking, I could tell that he was getting annoyed that he didn't finish his story or whatever. He kept talking about the Krispy Kreme across the street. He never looked at me when I talked or even when he was talking.
Not to mention he looked about thirteen. I don't even think he had to shave. He was wearing crappy stone-washed jeans. He never even took his coat off. Then, as he was leaving, he didn't try to shake my head or hug me or even walk me out to the car. All he said, was, "I'll talk to you later." Yeah fricking right. If he calls me, I'm going to answer the phone with a, "are you fricking kidding me?"
That was my date.