You Know He’s Not Your Beshert When…
Besides the obvious no chemistry:
- While he was at the bar getting drinks (dirty vodka martini for you, mango martini for him), a guy walks past and asks if you’re on a blind date.
- Within five minutes of sitting down, he asks “Want to see my scar?” You say no, but he still shows it to you anyway.
- Then he asks if you have any scars. After replying yes, he asks where it is.
- You tell him, “It isn’t visible with clothing on,” in a very non-flirtatious manner. [ed. note: I had a lump removed from my breast about six years ago.] and he continues to ask about the scar. (Weird fascination perhaps?)
- He says, at least five times, that he’s looking to marry a rich woman who will support him.
- He explains he hasn’t seen his parents or brother in over three years. Because they live on the east coast and it’s an expensive flight.
- He laughs. A lot. At his own jokes.
- You yawn. A lot. Before 9:00.
- During a conversation about hair color, he reaches over the table and touches your hair, then declares it soft.
- He asks you out again. You say, “call me.”
So, no chemistry coupled with the above doesn’t really make for a second date.
