People should have a quick glance at the mirror before they leave their home -- Part One

I do not know why I keep torturing myself.

I am so busy with assessments, assignments, and keeping myself up to date with the ladies in Wisteria Lane; yet, a few days ago, I agreed to go on a semi-blind-date. The blind date wasn't completely "blind" because the mutual friend, who organized this date (she is also the only person that knows I am gay) showed my pictures to The Guy and she also showed me his pictures.

From the pictures, he looked good, not really my "type"; but, still good. I appreciated the fact that the photo he took was not photo-shopped, a profile shot, or a 3/4 shot -- it was a front-on shot (I think there is a specific term; however, my America's Next Top Model vocabulary is failing me, sorry Tyra).

I admit, I was very excited about the date. I wasn't expecting to have sex or anything, but the prospect of going on my first date with a guy, who appeared handsome in the photos, made my heart race and my palms quite sweaty.

I spent at least an hour deciding what to wear,we were going to a respectable restaurant, so I wanted to dress appropriately. I settled with leather shoes, dark-blue jeans (non-tight, thanks), and a Lacoste polo shirt. I think that it was not too fancy, but it still looked good.

I spent another half hour grooming myself:

1. Face shaved - check
2. Hair styled - check
3. Nails clipped and filed- check
4. Have my favorite Calvin Klein fragrance on - check

Because we lived at opposite ends of the city, we agreed to meet up at the restaurant, rather than car pooling.

As I was parking my car, I received a text from him saying he was already at the entrance to the restaurant and that he'll wait for me there. Good, I thought; at least he isn't a pig who already seated himself at the table and started ordering/eating without me.

So, I start heading to the entrance of the restaurant and from afar I see him. I swear, I got goosebumps when I saw him -- the BAD kind of goosebumps.

Where do I begin...

1. He wore flip-flops and 3/4 jeans
   
2. His hair looked like he just had sex in some public toilet
3. His face was all greasy, like a pizza or something, did he even bother to shower?
4. He looked like he smelled bad
5. He did not look anything like the guy in the photo; he looks much, much older in person
6. He had...a skate...board...

Bucket please.

Vomit.

Great, I just lost 1 pound. Thanks.

I mean, come on, it's a restaurant for Christ sake, not some food court, is it really so hard to dress for the occasion. Also, it was HIS idea to come to this restaurant.

Anyway, we greeted with a hand shake (his hands were all greasy and sticky) and proceeded with some small talk. I was getting really hungry so I suggested that we should go inside to our table.

End of Part 1 of this post...I gotta get back to my assessment.

And yes, it did get worse.

QQ