I had to write in and tell you about yet another story because in a way I promised someone that I would. Read on and you’ll see
I put myself through university and attended full time classes while working. This meant that I had to study whenever I could. Just before winter exams, I was cramming for a final in a campus coffee shop. I was sitting on a couch and this cute guy asked if he could join me because all of the tables were full. I nodded and went back to studying. And he began talking. And talking. Finally I politely told him that I had an exam in about an hour and still needed to review some things for it. He promised to be quiet if I would agree to go for dinner with him the next night. I agreed. He kept talking. Finally I had to head to my class and he insisted on walking me and stood right outside the open door and announced that we would have a great date. By this time the entire room had settled and most people in the back heard him. Embarrassing!
I wrote the exam and headed home. I wasn’t in the door for five minutes when he called to see if I wanted to go grab a quick coffee. I wasn’t busy and so I agreed. My grandmother had also died a week earlier and I was devastated and needed a distraction because I couldn’t afford to fly home for her funeral. So we went for coffee and I’ve never been out with a man who talked so much about his appearance. At one point he asked me what I thought he was. I was confused by what he meant until he clarified that he wanted me to guess his ethnic background. He lit up like a child at Christmas when he told me that he’s Lebanese and Irish and that’s why his skin looks so tanned but his eyes are so blue. And his teeth! Did I notice how white his teeth were? Then he made me touch his arm because holy cow was his skin soft! I chalked his self promoting up to nerves. I’m 5’3 and he was a little shorter than me. I figured that he was nervous and really wanted to sell himself.
About an hour after our coffee date he called again and asked if he could cook me dinner that night. I wanted to figure him out and so I went over. His place was decorated with some interesting things and he asked if I wanted to “see something cool”. Then he flexed. And then rolled up his jeans to show me how defined his calves were. The bragging continued. He regaled me with tales of being in the top five in his program and of how he had once been a Calvin Klein underwear model. I don’t know if it was my majoring in psychology or a need for distraction or both but I still went for dinner the next night. He decided that it was finally time to talk about me this time. He successfully guessed my size, weight and bra size. Back then I was still recovering from an eating disorder and I hated that he knew that I was a size 8. I felt fat and disgusting and was mortified that he had just announced that and what I weighed.
I spent the next couple of weeks seeing him here and there because I wanted to give him a fair chance. One night it was colder than normal and I didn’t have a car. I was close to where he lived and a good hour’s walk from home so I called to see if he could pick me up. He replied that he was in sweats and didn’t like to leave the house when he didn’t look his best so no. He would not pick me up. I understood and we didn’t really talk again before Christmas break. Reading week arrived and who would walk into my coffee shop? He wanted to take me out again because he realized that he had been a jerk and he wanted to make it up to me. I refused and he badgered me until I gave in. We went to another coffee shop when I closed mine and he began to tell me about…a new girl he was trying to date. He told me about how tall she was, how tanned her skin was and how amazingly sexy she was. Apparently short women with fair skin looked “ill” to him and he had never found them (us) attractive. He told me about a diamond necklace that he had bought her because he just had to see its gold on her skin. He told me how rich her family was etc and then he dropped the bomb. He told me her weight and size including her bra size. As he said that last part he added that he liked that she wore a small B cup because anything over that was “gross”. At that point I reminded him that he had successfully guessed that I’m a C and I got up and left. He chased me outside and asked what he had done wrong. I replied that one day I was going to write a book about my bad dates and that he could read it then. He looked absolutely petrified and pleaded with me not to because it would ruin him. I kid you not.
Anyhow I never did write the book but I figure this still counts and I can say that I kept my promise to write about him I’m happy to say that I’m very happily engaged to a wonderful man who thinks that I’m beautiful and tells me daily. 0619-11