- He wanted to exchange pictures and so we do - cell phone pics. Mine is a head shot with Rebecca, a pic she took on her phone right after she got it and we were at the Peace Center seeing Legally Blonde. A pretty straight forward picture - no funny business. I was fully clothed. His, well... he was shirtless. Sitting on a couch. Arm on the back of the sofa. Ick.
- He told me stories about his young son - ok, not bad. Then he launched into stories about his baby momma, the ex GIRLFRIEND, who had two (or three) children from a previous marriage. Baby momma who he met at a bar, who he thought was a wonderful girl and quickly moved with her kids into his two bedroom house and just as quickly became pregnant. Then, just as quickly as she had their little boy she started fooling around with someone else and then promptly left Bubba for that guy and married the new fella.
- He then told me in depth stories of his struggle with her and the child support issues - how darn much money she takes from him, how much he pays for daycare just to but son in daycare while she doesn't work, how much he made at his old job, which he quit because he wanted to be able to spend more time with son, how much less he makes at his new job. He gave me quite a bit of information about how far behind he is on his bills and how he was picked up because he was behind on his child support. In the second conversation he offered to let me pay his bills. Er, um. no. And while I'm not a money whore I don't want to order off the dollar menu at McDonalds on the first date.
- He had a very long tirade about the health care industry - about how he does not believe in conventional Western medicine and how chiropractic care is all you need, unless of course you are in a car accident and you need stitches or to have a broken bone set. Then it's ok to go to the hospital. He said he gets a cold and goes straight to the chiropractor. He does not believe in immunizations and he he prefers to take his son to the chiropractor. It bothers him when his ex GIRLFRIEND takes their son to the pediatrician. He believes in whole foods and herbs for medicinal purposes. Ok, different strokes for different folks. He then insisted I listen to the ten yes TEN cds about the evils of the health care industry and how I needed to tell my family before I listened to the cds because it just could change me so much my family would think I'd lost my mind... yeah, you got that right, LOST MY MIND. He talked about how cancer could be cured tomorrow but the pharmaceutical industry wants to keep us sick. That look at all the things the government does to keep us sick, to mess up our health - they put additives in our foods and then he went on to describe all the teenage girls out there with double d t*****s (oh how I hate that word) and how much of an abomination that is. (Please remember I have a teenage daughter). Got the picture?
- Then we talked about religion/church. He goes to a nondenominational church. I am Presbyterian. Not a deal breaker necessarily. He asked if I attended church on Wednesday nights. Nope, I don't. Why? Because we don't have a Wednesday night service. Then how do you refuel during the week? That's just wrong he says! What about Sunday night service? Nope. Ok, difference of opinion. He then invites me to his church the next night, Wednesday, to enjoy the spirit. I wasn't interested really, but also couldn't go due to dance and school.
- That didn't sit well with him, didn't understand the whole dance thing and said - in a somewhat annoyed tone, "Why does she dance so much anyway?" Ummm... she likes it and she's good at it? And then he asks, "What kind of dancing does she do anyway? Pole dancing?" o.k. Um... obviously he doesn't have a teenage daughter. And no, no pole dancing. ugh.
- Back to church - he was confused about how I was able to feel the Holy Spirit in a church like a Presbyterian Church - sometimes, he asked, don't you just NEED to get up and wave your hands and shout? Nope, not at all. Joshua's response is that sometimes we feel moved in a more intellectual manner... smart boy.
- Then more church - "You folks let women preach, don't you?" Um... yeah?" "Well, " he says, "that's just wrong." My question to him was why is it wrong? His answer, "There were twelve apostles, right?" "And none of them were women." Duh - of course!
- He never did really ask me out - just kept asking, "When ya gonna see me?" Uh, when ya gonna ask me out?
- At the end of the second conversation, after the whole lecture thing about church (and I mean immediately after the whole lecture thing about church) he starts telling me how sexy he thinks my voice is, how much he loves to hear me talk. He tells me nothing sexier than a women whispering in his ear and he just can't wait to hear my voice whispering in his ear while he nibbles on my neck. ok. I gotta go. late ya know... need sleep. work tomorrow.
7.02.2011
How Icky? Let Me Count the Ways...
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He he... you sure do have close encounters with the 'different' ones don't you.
That's an understatement huh? I'm doomed!
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