Tabatha Deans

Bringing Integrity to the Written Word



            Date number 5 (which, by the way, if more actual dates than I’ve been on in ten years) was with Mr. B, and I met him at Wynkoop Brewing Company downtown. He was a stand-up comedian in New York before moving to Denver, and I was hoping for a few laughs throughout the evening. Turns out he’s currently unemployed (I didn’t hold that against him, many people nowadays are between jobs), he’s a work-out buff, recovering from life-threatening surgery, and often referred to his ex as his best friend. Not really enough stuff to completely turn me off to him, again, he might be good for some laughs and having fun.

            Throughout the date however, which lasted about an hour and a half, I never felt that we were truly engaged in conversation. In fact I left realizing he hadn’t asked one single question about me, although he told me several times I was twice as cool as my profile led him to believe. Aside from my sarcastic comments, what I took away from that was he thought I was hotter than my pictures portrayed. I mention I was culinarily challenged, which led him to break out into a twenty minute recital of his many secret recipes. I smiled and pretended I cared about what went into his secret sauce.

He kept assuring me, and made the assumption, that he would cook me a meal I loved.

            Desperate to change the subject, I told him I had tried listening to Jazz music, and turned out I actually enjoyed Miles Davis. Giving him the perfect opportunity to ask more about my musical tastes, he launched into another twenty minute recital of his in-depth love of certain musicians and why. But still, no question about me. Throughout the evening it was obvious that he was in this for the romance, and I got the feeling that any time I spent with him would involve fighting off his advances. Now I know that’s not uncommon, and most men always have it in the back of their minds that they might get lucky at the end of the evening, but I couldn’t but feel he wasn’t at all interested in an intellectual relationship.

            He did, however, insist on paying for my drinks, and driving me to the shuttle stop. I’m going to give him credit for maybe being nervous, and will probably have dinner with him, although I suspect the offer will be to dine at his house, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that…

May 25, 2012 - Posted by | Uncategorized

1 Comment »

  1. I love reading about your escapades.

    Comment by Wendy | May 25, 2012 | Reply

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