Deal-breakers.
What are the immediate
ones that come to my mind when dating, you ask?
You can’t be married,
separated or ‘have a situation’; you can’t be bi-s.exual or have had any type
of s.exual relationship or encounter with another man; you need to be
self-sufficient and employed; you need NOT want any [more] children; you need
to be respectful and polite; you need to have a car and if not, a good
reason as to why not; if you have a kid, you HAVE to pay child support and
be (or make every effort to be) an active parent; you must like food (more on
that later); you need to be pleasing to MY eyes and be presentable; you have to
be up on your current events, be able to hold a decent conversation and
communicate well in written form. And oh my goodness, you need NOT be a
girly-man. You can be handsome but not
pretty and petite. You should at least be
my height and not be intimidated by my love for 4” heels. Asking too much? If you think yes then, oh well because those criteria
need to be met to get us to a first date.
But there are certain deal
breakers that you may not know of until you’ve happened upon a situation.
I met a fellow a few weeks
ago. Let’s call him DandD. We communicate via phone and text (side-eye
to excessive texting, by the way) and agree to meet for an appetizer to watch a
bball game since our conversations had precluded him from being on the
deal-breaker list. Upon meeting at the
local wing spot, we decide it’s nice enough to dine outside and watch the game
on one of the 2 flat screens. Side note: DandD had on a baseball cap that I
was hoping he’d remove but because we ate outside, he kept it on. I wanted to see his bald dome but it didn’t
happen that night.
We seat ourselves and enter:
our waitress. Lovely young lady who felt
quite embarrassed to ask for a credit card prior to us ordering the obligatory
water. It was restaurant policy to prevent folks from leaving without paying
for the food. We totally understood and
DandD handed over a card.
I don’t know why – I’ll
attribute it to intuition – I continued the conversation of eating a meal and
skipping on the bill (otherwise known as the ‘Dine and
Dash’) but
continue, I did. I asked DandD had he
ever done such a thing.
“Why, yes I have,” he
replied. And he laughed.
With a nervous smile, I
immediately asked him when did he do that and he said it was years ago in high
school. Ok…I can get with that…although
I’ve never done such a thing; I realize people do silly things in their youth. Crisis averted.
“Oh, and I did it once
with my son a few years back,” he proclaims with a big, cheesy grin like it’s
something to be proud about.
“Wait, what!?!?” I say.
DandD goes on to explain
that he and his son went out for their birthday at a well-known chain
restaurant that specializes in ribs. The
birthday promotion of said establishment is that if you have a certain name,
you get your entree for free. DandD and
his son share that certain name and their birthday is a mere day apart so the bday
special applies to them. They proceed to order the most expensive entree. After they've eaten like pigs (his words, not mine) the check comes and DandD can’t figure out why
the total isn’t much lower than anticipated. The waitress tells him that the promotion is
for a free entree up to a certain amount of money but that anything above that
amount is billable.
Waitress leaves and DandD
tells the son to get up and exit stage left quickly.
Son questions…father says ‘do as I say AND as I do’…and they jet without paying all the while snickering on how the restaurant got 'got'.
What parent does this…with
their child, no less?
Is it just me or is that
unbelievable? A grown man tells (and
demonstrates) to his teenaged son how to be a thief. And laughs about it. And is bold enough to disclose this
information to a person that he has met only once. Wow!
Upon learning this
information I was immediately turned off.
I knew right then that this little meet-up wouldn’t develop into
anything. I was a little upset that I
learned this information within minutes of meeting DandD because I couldn’t
fully enjoy the lovely evening, my sweet tea or my appetizer. But I did take comfort in knowing that at least
the bill would get paid.
Add Dine and Dash to the
list of my deal-breakers.
But wait, did
I tell you that I went out with him again? Call me crazy a glutton for punishment
but, I did. And that led to several
other deal-breakers that I happened upon.
We’ll chat about those
later but I can assure you that there hasn’t been a call or a response to a
text after date #2 from me.
iCan’t.