The latest guy on the match site is one who works with the electronics of private planes. He seems nice & we agreed to meet up for a drink. He said he'd call me Sunday afternoon of Labor Day weekend. KDP & I were at the Tanger Outlets when I got the call at 5:15pm. Hmmm......not afternoon, if you ask me, but I may be being picky.
He hadn't come up with a plan as he promised & he really wasn't too eager to make one, seeing as he had just woken up from a nap. I suggested we meet at Dave & Buster's for a drink around 8:00. He said that was good. Then it was "weelllllll........maybe 9 would be better. Yeah nine is good." I said "Why 9? What was wrong with 8?" I figure if he couldn't come up with a plan with a week's warning, then I would do it & that'd be it.
He was concerned that I wouldn't ge thome in time. Yeah, right. Concerned about someone he has never met driving home from Riverhead. I said "Fine. 8:30 is when I'll be there."
So I got all cutesyed up & went over to D&B. I saw a guy standing outside of the doors, looking for someone. I checked him out while I was approaching & the first thing I realized is taht he is 3/4 inches shorter than he claimed to be.
And thus begins the untruths for Pilot Inspector.
I said hello & the first thing he said was "Wow. You look good." Duh! I was in Citizens, a beige scoop top & copper heels. Was I supposed to look bad? I was a smidgen taller than him in my heels........realizing the lie in height.
We talked. For two and a half hours. It was nice but I felt no sparks. Not a one.
He walked me out to my car and said he 'really really wants to take me to dinner'. I said fine. We agreed he'd call me during the week and we'd make plans for the following weekend.
True to form, he called three days later. Hey buddy! You are not in high shcool. The three day rule is so 'game playing loser'. This is why he is 33 and single.
We talked. He said he wanted to go to dinner but forgot it was his buddy's wedding that weekend & he's in the wedding party. Alarm number two is now going off in my head. He forgot it was his friend's wedding? A guy who he's been friends with since high school? AND he's in the thing? Great.
So we said we'd try to do something. He calls the next day (Thursday) and realizes now that it isn't the wedding that weekend, but the bachelor party. Was I free Friday night? Nope...as it would be Crak's Birthday Extravaganza! He sounded disappointed but had the BP to look forward to on Satruday night. He said he'd call on Sunday.
And so he did. To ask about Crak's birthday. To tell me about the party. I asked a couple of questions and it went like this: It was good. We had a great dinner. It was so delicious! And then we had an open bar for two (maybe three) hours. SUch an awesome time. And it was only a hundred bucks a person." I siad that was pretty good & asked about teh restaurant. This si where it became more sketchy. "Oh, it was on 110 in Farmingdale."
That's all he said. So I probed, "The only restaurant I can think of that would cost that is FOUR. Were you there?" "ummm.......no. It was this place called Gossip." "Oh, so you went to a strip club? Why didn't you say so?" "Weeellllll, I wasn't sure how you'd react. So I figured it didn't matter."
Hello! It's a bachelor party & while I do not condone those activities, I don't know this guy & could care less where they had it. But, dude, just come out with it already.
And, the wedding he is in is this weekend.
I don't think I want to pursue this. He lied about his height...I would have met with him had he said 5'3". I don't like the fact that he tried to cover a strip club bachelor party. Like I care where he spends his time. And I am none too thrilled that he couldn't remember the dates of an important event that he was to participate in. Maybe I'm being picky, but these are just setting off bells & whistles all over the place.
