Alright, I have been lacking on my actual material of telling you about the dates i have gone on. So here we go, this is a new story for you!
So i met a guy on tinder called Barry (remember: names are changed on here). He was British, and oddly enough a spitting image of Scot Mills from BBC Radio 1. (I listen to British radio because there are no commercials!!!). He came over to the states at the age of 5 but still had a pretty good accent. So I invited him over to an impromptu bonfire in my backyard with my friends M & J (Who got married a couple weeks later!! Congrats!!!). He seemed quite funny and interesting at the fire. I was intrigued! After M & J left, he even was a good kisser, WHOOO!!!
We went on a few more dates over the course of a few weeks. It started to fizzle out quickly for me. He only wanted to talk about things that were incredibly boring to me….He talked about ghost hunting and being possessed for like 30 minutes over a lunch once even though i was clearly rolling my eyes with boredom and kept trying to change the subject. He couldn’t tell me any hobbies that we had in common and seemed to not actually listen to me. A day after i told him i wasn’t a big fan of going to the movies for dates, because i liked to get to know the person, guess what? He took me to the movies…. UMM?
One day he asked me to meet him for lunch, it was last minute, so i left work and went to lunch. I had told him before that i didn’t really care for panera (I try to stay away from breads as much as possible), he took me there, then didn’t offer to pay. Then i was bored out of my mind.
Even with his lack of great conversation, I was thinking about it one day and i was stumped to think of any time where he actually asked me a question about my life, hobbies, family, etc. He was making no real effort to get to know me. I told him about this, and i gave him one more date…he asked one question. Yea, a British accent cannot mask a general lack of conversational understanding.











