Well, I think I’m done with the girls for a while. I need a break from the b.s.
I went out with Shari on Saturday and while she is a very nice woman, I’m just not in to her. It was kind of a debacle if you really want to know. After seeing Teri on Friday night it went back to the same as right after our Wednesday night date. No texting, no communication, nothing. I mean, before our date there were many texts – the girl would take study breaks and blow up my phone with texts. After Wednesday not as many and it dropped back to one-word answers or replies. Saturday night I had shot off a text to her of: “How’s your day?” an innocent enough question without any reply. I couldn’t understand why it was like this since the previous night we had held hands under the table and kissed. I shook my head and put my phone in my pocket and went into the restaurant to meet Shari.
The place was crowded, as I knew it would be. Even though she had recommended this seafood place saying it was her favorite she kept referring to “slimy seafood” when I asked her if she like oysters. All I could think about was what Teri had said about loving them. I could almost see her and I shoved up to the bar digging in to a dozen with hot sauce and horseradish. My earlier conversation with Edith consisted of this:
“Man, I’m going to order a dozen and slurp them right out of the shell in front of her.”
“Dude. You don’t want to do that if you want to be kissed. I wouldn’t kiss someone who ate those in front of me – especially, thinking they were disgusting and slimy.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be kissed.”
“Isn’t there anything on the menu that you can get that is safe? Like fish tacos or something?”
I shrugged, “Ok, I like their catfish tacos so I could order them.”
As I was looking around for a place to sit Shari texted me saying she was there. I looked across the bar and she had taken the only available seat. I walked over and stood behind her until she looked around and saw me standing there and said, “Hi!” I stood there and talked to her while she sat. She wasn’t ordering a drink but I wanted one. I had put my name in for a table on the roof like she wanted and told her so. Just then the guy beside her paid his tab and got up and I slid onto the stool.
“We could eat here at the bar if you wanted.”
“Sure, I mean it doesn’t matter to me either way.” I said.
We ordered an appetizer of steamed shrimp and scallops. “You can eat the scallops since I think they’re slimy, too.”
I was already reaching my threshold for hearing that word but ordered a drink and let it go. I mean, what if I wanted some shrimp, too? Just as the appetizer was sat down on the bar in front of us my phone vibrated signaling that our table upstairs was ready.
“Hey, that table upstairs is ready. Do you want to go up there or stay here?”
“Oh, lets go up there. I really want to sit up there.”
So, I got up and went over to the hostess stand and said we’d be up as soon as we closed out our tab at the bar. I went back to the bar and signaled the bartender that we needed our tab.
“Do we need to close out with you before we go upstairs?” I asked her.
“Yes, you do.”
There was no offer to transfer our tab upstairs or to take our food up there. After paying for the apps and bar tab (I had offered since I had had a beer) I had to carry the food upstairs to our table myself. Since I had my hands full with my beer and our appetizer I didn’t get the silverware or napkins. Shari never got them, either. I hoped that there were some on the table. When we got there no one was there to seat us so I just grabbed the first available table with no silverware.
“Oh, that ceiling fan is blowing right on me and my hair is everywhere do you think we could sit somewhere else?” Suddenly, the evening was getting very stressful with the musical chairs and the fan. I signaled the server if we could move and she said, “No, I’m expecting a party of 25 here soon and this is the only available table.” I just looked at Shari like ‘what do you want to do?’
Shari asked the server if she could get up on a stool and turn the fan off. I could tell the server was getting impatient when she said, “Ok, but if I turn this one off then they all turn off.”
Since upstairs is considered sitting outside and it’s been in the upper 90’s in the city I really thought it was asking a lot of the other patrons there to not have any circulating air going just so Shari’s hair wouldn’t blow around a little but I didn’t say anything. The server compromised and got up on the stool and turned it down a notch in speed. I sighed with relief that we weren’t going to be sitting in a bog of heavy air during dinner. We hadn’t even touched our appetizer yet.
I opened up the parchment paper the seafood came in and popped a scallop in my mouth since we DIDN’T have any silverware and Shari went “Oooh, slimy.”
“Actually, they’re the same texture as the shrimp. They’re good!”
“It’s ok, I’m trying to watch my weight anyway. I lost over 100 pounds and am still trying to take off a few more pounds.”
It sounded like she was insecure about her weight. I thought she was attractive and who was I to tell if she needed to loose some more weight or not. I decided to compliment her to possibly make her feel more at ease. “Hey, you look great!”
“Thanks, but I used to weigh over 300 pounds. I had to have the skin cut off my arms after losing all that weight. The scars from my surgery are still healing that’s why I were long sleeves.”
‘This is a nightmare.’ I thought. I had suddenly lost my appetite. I covertly looked at my watch and sighed inwardly. We hadn’t even ordered our entrees’ and already I was ready to go. I changed the subject to hockey and other sports then when she mentioned the weight thing again I changed it to politics – which, I only talk about in last ditch efforts to change the subject. Honestly, I loathe talking about religion and politics but it was a desperate moment here. I felt sweat trickle down my back. ‘I have to get out of here.’ I thought. Our entrees’ finally came – her salad and me fish tacos. I still felt like I should have gone with my gut and ordered the oysters but couldn’t take another slimy comment.
“Can I get you desert or anything else?” the server asked.
As I was getting ready to say, “No, the check would be great.” Shari piped up and said, “Oh, the bread pudding would be great. Do you want to split it with me?”
The thought of some hot baked item steaming on a plate after I had been sitting there sweating all night from the sluggishly slow ceiling fan was the very last thing on earth I wanted but I shrugged and said, “Oh, well I don’t really do deserts but I will have a couple of bites. I’m really full though.”
“Ok, let’s get it.”
The server went off to put in the order and I sighed again inwardly and looked at my watch. This was going to take forever and what were all the ‘watching my weight’ comments if she was going to order desert? Desert arrived 20 minutes later, which she took two bites of and left laying on the table. I had debated on ordering another beer but decided not to. I resigned in the conversation of politics and weight loss like an inmate in a maximum-security prison I was just doing my time until I got out. When she excused herself to go to the ladies room I signaled for the check and immediately picked up my phone and replied to a few of my friends who had texted “How’s it going?” I texted back. “Desert done. I’m out.”
“Where did you park?” We had walked outside and were standing in front of the restaurant.
“Oh, over there.” I pointed in no particular direction. I didn’t want her walking me to my truck and putting the ball in her court to kiss me. I did not want to be kissed. I regrettably thought about those oysters again. Never again would I compromise something I really wanted just because of the possibility of getting a kiss – one that turned out that I didn’t want. “Here, let me walk you to your car.” I offered in hopes of putting the kissing/not kissing ball back into my court.
We walked further down the sidewalk and she pointed to her car across the street and said, “There’s my car.” I never looked that way so I still don’t know what she drove. “Well, I’d better get home and get on the treadmill. Got to work off these calories.”
“You’re going to work out at this hour?”
“Oh yeah. I keep weird hours and you know I’m still trying to drop a few pounds this week and it’s not over yet.”
“Ok, well have fun. Nice to meet you.”
“It was fun. Let’s do it again. Call me.”
‘Right, when slimy oysters fly’. I thought. “Ok, drive safe.” And I turned around and
practically ran walked the opposite direction, which was the long way to my truck.
Today, I got up and did some things around the house and then went out to get lunch. I checked in on FB and noticed 30 minutes later that Teri had checked in to another taco place up the street. I still hadn’t heard back from my text from the day before. Later, I texted her:
“Hey, what are you up to? Do you want to go for a ride?”
Her reply: “Hey…Believe it or not I’m studying. I’ll be available for fun activities after 9/7!
I put the phone down. I’m not so sure I’m going to be available then or anymore for her. I’m no dummy. I get the drift. She’s just not that in to me – despite the test. Things changed after Wednesday. I never should have ended up in bed with the girl. For once, I regret it. I regret even putting myself out there and opening myself up yet again for disappointment. I am so over everything. Lee, bad dates, being blown off by a girl that I was really excited about getting to know. I’m done for a while.