“So how about this weather?” that was the first sentence to come out of D’s mouth.  I just got out of my class and turned to look at the guy that decided that was a good way to start a conversation.  To my surprise he was actually a good looking, well dressed guy that just happened to have lame pick up lines.  We both continued to walk through campus to our cars with a bit of small talk until I reached my car.  D was a year older than me and had been going to school before I even started.  I was surprised I never ran into him since our school was pretty small, really small…1,000 people small.

We talked a little more and he asked me for my number.  To be honest a little flattered since it was that middle of the week, right before an exam, baseball hat on kind of day.  D called me over the weekend and we started chatting…which eventually led to a date the following week.

D decided our first date would be a steakhouse which we met there, I found it a little strange that he didn’t want to pick me up but whatevs.  Conversation was easy and not a lot of awkward pauses until he reached for my hands, grabbing them across the table.  I mean I had spent maybe all of 35 minutes with D and he was already holding my hands, yes not one hand, both.  I went with it though, hoping our food would arrive soon.

The food finally arrived, we both ordered steak but mine came with a mountain onions and cilantro on top.  I started to push it to the side since I don’t like either when D asked me if I wasn’t going to eat it if he could have it.  I said sure and reached for the clean bread plate to put it on.  Before I knew it, D was going for it.  He was not waiting, he wanted that cilantro and onions!  My jaw dropped watching this guy.  You would think he would grab his plate and push it close to mine.  Nope.  This guy was grabbing the mixture with his hands and dropping it on his plate, all the while dropping pieces on the table.  Did he really just do that?

Good manners are a “thing” with me and this guy was unbelievable.  I mean it is one thing to be with family and friends, it’s another to be in a super, fancy restaurant on a first date.  I couldn’t believe it.  I told my friends about it and I am known to be a little picky and they kept telling me to give this guy another chance.  So I did…he was a nice guy that was lacking a bit of sense of humor.  His response to a funny story was “that’s funny” and did not even crack a smile, which in turn made me laugh more.

Second date with D…you guessed it…another meal.  This time it was lunch between classes at a nearby pizza place.  I ordered a salad that was LOADED with olives.  I had put some on a small plate so they wouldn’t all spill out as soon as I mixed the salad.  We started talking a bit as D munched through his giant meatball sub, getting sauce all over his face.  I just kept telling myself to be cool and go with it.  He asked if he could have some olives and i said of course, pushing the plate full of olives to him.  Once again, nope.  He stuck his hand in my salad.  His fingers digging through this perfect greek deliciousness, almost like a dog looking for a bone, to get some olives.  Once again, I felt like I needed to pick my jaw off the floor.  I mean did he really just do that again.  Sauce covered face with a pile of 20 napkins all crumpled up.  I was done and appetite over.  How could I ever bring this guy to a family dinner?

Needless to say, that was the last time D and I went on a date where we had to eat.  If we went on another lunch/dinner date, I would have to take note from the guy above and create a menu fort.

Do you have any crazy lunch or dinner dates like this?  Or am I just the pickiest person ever?  Share your stories in the comments!

xoxo

single girl in atlanta