The More You Know…
Things I didn’t share with you about CL Guy (because I wanted to ignore them):
- Water. On our first date, after enjoying two martinis (and no food), I asked CL Guy to please get me a glass of water, as I feeling a little dizzy. He asked if I was okay. I told him yes. He then told me I could get my own glass of water. Thinking he was joking, I asked again, and he responded with, “If you’re feeling okay, why can’t you get your own water?” I further explained that while I wasn’t going to hurl all over him, I was a little lightheaded and would appreciate him walking the five feet to the bar to get me a glass of water.
After asking and getting denied a third time, I said, “You’re a rude asshole. Please leave and I will sit here until I am no longer buzzed then drive myself home.” He then walked the five looong feet to the bar and brought me a glass of water. He also refilled my glass when he saw how parched I was, and finally apologized for being an ass.
- Jeans. He doesn’t own a pair of jeans. Not one. He claims he can’t find a pair that fit him properly, so he wears Dickies instead. [ed. note: He obviously hasn't been to Lucky, because those people can fit everyone.]
- School. He claims he has a BA degree but I can’t get a straight answer from him as to where he finished school. When I asked him where he went, he told me [a specific school up north]. Then he said he was only there for two years, and finished down here. When I asked where, he just said, “in LA” and quickly changed the subject.
- Google. Yep, I Googled him. And I IMDBd him. And found quite the impressive list of credits. Which he won’t acknowlege. He had some major writing and directing credits on IMDB, but when we talked about writing, he said he’s never written anything and has no interest in it. And yes, I’m 100% sure it’s his IMDB listing.
[ed. notes: 1. Maybe I'm too forgiving, or nice, or whatever, but I blamed his not-so-nice behavior on the alcohol, which really I know, shouldn't excuse it; 2. On our second date, I said, "I'm thirsty," and had a glass of water in front of me five seconds later.]
Some of these are a little odd, no?
And in related news, he did call last night–while I was at dinner with the girls. I called him back later that night and left a voicemail. Haven’t heard back yet, which is probably a good thing, because right now I’m a little torn on if I want to go out with him again (given he even asks, of course).