When we met up in a loud, crowded bar, I was surprised. This guy was actually cute. I mean cuter than his pictures even. (In online dating land I have learned this doesn't happen. Ever.) So I was pleasantly surprised. We spent the night dancing and yelling mumbo jumbo at each other over the blaring beats of Kanye. Ahh, romance at its best. And when we left the dark bar and hit streetlight I was reassured that even with my drunk goggles, he was still cute. Thus leading us to date number two.
Date number two took place at a much quieter location at a hip lounge. We were sipping on martinis and I was revelling in how well the date was going, when it happened. He brought up the dreaded ex-factor. I quickly learned that his most recent break-up occurred three days prior. I thought that was strange, considering we'd been talking online for weeks at this point. I was about to question him on this time overlap when I was faced with the most horrifying display from a grown man. The ugly cry. I'm not talking about one lonely tear trickling down his cheek. I'm talking big, loud, wet, sobs combined with full body convulsions and head thrashing.
Other people in the lounge started to stare and I honestly didn't know what to do. I awkwardly tried consoling him with an arm pat, nodding my head empathetically like some mother duck caring for her wounded duckling. The ugly cry lasted a solid ten minutes. People moved to the other side of the bar. And I sat there wondering how the hell I ended up consoling my blind date.
We said goodbye and I told him that I was sure things would work out with his ex. They'd better, cause there aren't many girls who would put up with an ugly cryer like this one. I started to wonder if maybe this was the cause of his break-up, and now he would be caught in a vicious ugly cry cycle for eternity.
Anyway, I'm fairly sensitive, but I'm not looking for some broken-hearted, two-timing cry baby.
So, once again.... back to the old drawing board.
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