Oy, are my dating skills OFF.
This week I tried to schedule two dates.
Date #1 was with a sexy photographer.
Yes, I know.
Despite my wariness of photographers, I agreed to a date.
First, he got the date wrong.
Then he cancelled.
Maybe this is the universe trying to tell me something:
Like DON’T DATE PHOTOGRAPHERS.
At least I wont have to worry about him pointing a camera at me while trying to talk me out of my clothes.
And THEN. . .
I set up a date with a welder.
I was hesitant (again) but he seemed awfully nice until SUDDENLY he wasn’t all that nice.
He asked me which one of my pictures was the most recent.
All my pics are recent (within a year).
So I told him: They were all taken within the last year. Does it matter?
And he replied: Just curious.
Then he tacked on a wee little commentary: Sheesh.
Just curious. Sheesh.
And that was it.
The straw that broke the camel’s back.
Here I am trying to make a connection with someone and he’s giving me attitude.
This does not bode well.
And so it was that 15 minutes after I scheduled a date with a welder, I cancelled the date.
Perhaps I was a little rough on him.
Maybe I should have been more understanding.
But I was on the fence with him as it was and he just pushed me over to the other side.
I mean come on!
What am I? A piece of meat that’s being inspected or a person with feelings and emotions who needs to be valued as a whole person and not just a picture taken within the last year.