Sometimes men complain about women not wanting nice guys on the grounds that they're too safe, predictable, and boring. I can't say that never happens and, sadly, some women never outgrow their bad boy phase. But not all nice guys are boring and not all bad boys are intriguing. And who wants a jackwagon who is both arrogant and dull? Not me! I had a date this weekend with a guy who was just ... blah. He wasn't an unattractive guy. He looked kinda like a less hot version of Padraic Delaney:
http://www.fandango.com/padraicdelaney/celebrityphotos/p474010
And he wasn't dressed like a slob, which was good. Although he did keep on a horrendous windbreaker and I kept thinking if I could snag a photo of it, my friend Johnny would have a field day. It wasn't as bad as those douchebag sweatsuit "dress jackets" that we loathe, but it was pretty similar to a 1980s Members Only jacket. The date seemed to drag. He didn't have hobbies or passions. He was about as stimulating as a dead fish. A few times things became unintentionally funny because he stepped into Debbie Downer territory. In an effort to find something, anything, to talk about, I asked him about some of his favorite things. He goes, "Well I don't have a favorite color because I'm colorblind," and I swear I heard the "wah wah" horn from the SNL skit. Our waiter was a little overly attentive and he was rude to the guy. But the reason why the waiter was hovering is because he assumed we were going to order dinner and, frankly, so did I. But it became apparent that Bad Jacket Padraic was not willing to spring for a meal. We spent an hour together and it felt like five. At one point he got up to visit the men's room and I contemplated pulling a Joe Rogan. In my younger years, I would have. But I figure that's bad karma I don't want in my life anymore. I stayed until he settled the bill and then he gave me some homemade looking business card on the way out. I behaved myself and didn't bail while he was pissing!
Putting aside the cheapskate routine and his being rude to our waiter, what really bugged me is that he was arrogant. I felt like the whole point in his asking me out was to sit and look down his nose at me like I am a peon. Since he has no hobbies or interests, we talked about some of the organic gardening and farming things that I am trying to accomplish. And he looked like he thought I was beneath him. It wasn't like I showed up with dirt under my fingernails wearing overalls and flannel with a piece of hay hanging out of my mouth. I was clean and well-dressed and I have three college degrees. I didn't fall off the turnip truck. That kind of approach reminded me of my ex: I'm going to tear you down and make you feel shitty so that you feel I'm superior to you-- then you'll stay with me and accept horrible treatment. I'll pass. Been there, done that, and have no interest in doing it again.
Keep your shitty windbreaker, dude. LOL. I guess maybe that makes you a hipster nowadays.
http://m.iloveugly.net/outerwear/jackets.html
