I, again, booked 2 dates last night. The first one went pretty well but the second one? Not so much. #15 is a former friend of my ex who we'll refer to as "The Sumbitch That Stomped A Mudhole in My Heart and Walked It Dry" (the ex not his friend.) He is in the logging industry, and a few months ago professed his undying love for me and even told me he'd given up "lawgin" for me (logging for all my Yankee friends.) As sweet and tempting as that offer was, I politely declined. So, #15 calls me up and wants to take me out. We go out to eat Chinese where I made him try the Hot Cock sauce (you know at the Chinese restaurants the red chili sauce with the rooster on the bottle) and asked him to get a picture of me with the bottle. #15 lit up, threw his silverware down, and in his best country accent, said, "Hey yeah, dat'll work!" (Hell yeah, that will work!) He took me home after our lovely meal of sesame chicken and Hot Cock Sauce, and then it was on to Date #16.
#16 is a sweet guy. Very much so. But he is SOOO painfully shy that for for 2 hours he said little to no words to me. Nothing. If I asked a question, I got a one to two-word response. I think he was trying to be more "not shy", but still. I'm a talker and if I have to "work" at keeping the conversation going, I quickly lose interest. I'm thinking of putting MM on the friends list and that's it. He kept saying he wanted to party but then I was home by midnight. That's not partying by ANY means.
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This makes two mute ones now, right? What's that about? I've always thought about that in reference to the "strong, silent type" stereotype. Who the heck wants to just sit and stare at each other in silence?
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