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This date had happened in between dates number 1 and 2 with the Decent Guy.

Well I'm here to tell you that oh yes, yes, it can be real.This was one of those dates, though to his credit, definitely not the worst one.That one is yet to come, and I will tell you all about it in due time.To protect his privacy, and frankly because I also don’t remember his name, let’s call the Boring Guy… I met this one on the same website as the Decent Guy, and the same goes for most of the other ones I had gone out with in that time period.Now, at the time I also lived very close to a Starbucks, so I would usually choose that specific one for “coffee dates”. I have put in a lot of effort into what I look like.

Personally I’m not a big fan of those because I know exactly what they are – a cheap and easy way to check each other out without actually investing any time, effort or money. I wanted one of them to wow me, and surprise me, and as much as it pains me to use a cliché…. I’ve carefully chosen an outfit that I found to make me look attractive, but not slutty, with a long enough skirt, and not too high heels…

To me that already says the guy isn’t really serious and thus I don’t consider these meetings “dates”. I’ve spent time on my hair and make up, and when I felt ready, I headed to Starbucks. They were mumbling amongst themselves and looking at me trying to figure out how to approach me. Because as Steve was coming in, one of those guys from the table across the room headed my way smiling.

Steve sort of cut him off in his steps (he had no clue) and came to my table. And not only was what he was talking about boring, but he also stuttered pretty badly.

The other guy made a big circle and went back to his table. For I probably would have had a better time with him. He didn’t look like his photos so badly that I actually hadn’t recognized him. Stated: Athletic; reality: plays some sports but most definitely overweight. Nothing wrong with that, and if I had liked him otherwise, I’m sure I wouldn’t have cared. We sat in his car for 15 or more minutes while he was sipping his coffee, rambling about soccer and trying to figure out where to go.

Stated: hair brown; reality: bolding (barely any “brown hair” left). But, I didn’t like him otherwise, it was yet another thing on top of everything, and it was also slightly annoying as I wasn’t attracted to him, so it would have helped if he could have said what he wanted to say faster. But, I’m unfortunately too nice to say anything, so I stayed for the “date”. As he bought a coffee, he asked me to grab my tea so we can go somewhere else. In a moment of brilliance, he decided to take a girl in heals and with hair and make-up done to a random small park on a rainy day.

He made me read every stupid sign on this very short walk, and then we sent on a bench for an hour as he talked about the most boring things.