What Was He Thinking Wednesday: The Dad Edition

After a bit of a break from blogging (yes after 2 posts!), I am ready to get back at it.  So this week I am starting What Was He Thinking Wednesday.  On Wednesdays, I will go into detail about the foolish boys in my past.  These may be long, so feel free not to read ;)

This week’s episode is about The Dad.  We met online of course, and things started off pretty well.  The online portion consisted of really well written messages, he responded in detail (a rarity) to questions, and was very upfront about his baby/baby momma situation (another rarity).  After messaging for a few weeks, The Dad dropped off.  This is pretty typical, so on to the next.

Two months later, The Dad shows up again.  We decide to exchange numbers and have a few phone conversations.  The conversations were great; we would talk for hours on end.  Finally, he worked up the courage to ask me out.  The only problem is he lives an hour away and doesn’t have a car.  I decided we seemed to connect so maybe it was worth it, plus I had nothing to lose.

I drove to his town, where we met at a local coffee shop.  He doesn’t look as dreamy as his photos (do they ever?).  He planned a walking tour of his town (a cute idea since it has a lot of historical spots).  However, this is where the first What Was He Thinking occurs:  It is raining, no pouring.  I anticipate a change in plans, but he has an umbrella (a small umbrella) and decides the tour will go on.  After 40 minutes I am soaking wet, getting grouchy, and want to leave.  The Dad recommends that we hit up the arcade.  A sucker for arcades, I change into my sweatpants and hoodie (it was summer which is when I travel a lot, so I was prepared with extra clothes in my car!). 

We head over to the local arcade, play one game and bump into his 2 brothers, nieces, and best friend.  Being a small town, I don’t doubt that this was a mere coincidence.  However, this is where the second What Was He Thinking occurs:  I spend the next two hours WATCHING him play games with his brothers and friend, and trying to entertain myself through small talk with his 10 year old nieces.  After two hours, I am DEFFINATELY ready to head home (this is where you will notice I am too nice and give too many chances).  The Dad offers to take me out for dinner (sandwiches at a local deli).  I figure after one of the worst dates ever, he at least owes me food.

While at the deli we talk for a few hours, same type of conversation as on the phone.  Super easy, very comfortable…I’m actually having fun.  I drive him home where he continues to say he doesn’t want to get out of my car.  I’m uncomfortable.  I try to give a hug, as a cue to get out.  He doesn’t let go for at least a minute and a half (in hugging time that’s long, and I don’t like to hug).  I’m even more uncomfortable.  Finally, he removes himself from my car.

After this date I have much to consider.

I was leaning towards not seeing him again (really leaning), but he was really sweet and persistent.  So I gave The Dad another chance.  He tried to get me to a friend’s birthday party last minute, and after declining I agreed to meet him for dinner.

The Dad opened conversation with what was the third What Was He Thinking: he told me extensively how disappointed his friends were that I wasn’t at the party.  He had told them I would be there and all about me.  I’m uncomfortable.

I changed the topic to sports.  He doesn’t play sports.  I’m uncomfortable.

He changes the subject to his mother.  And this is the fourth and final What Was He Thinking:  The Dad informs me that he wishes I hadn’t been sick the previous weekend (perhaps from walking around in the rain…).  He had really wanted to invite me to his parents’ house to meet his mother.  Sunday family dinners are very important to him, and how great would it be if I could be a part of it?  I’m all for Sunday family dinners, but after one date!?!  I’m out! 

After this final date, I gave The Dad a text stating something along the lines of our lifestyles just being too different, and this is where it ended.  To this day when I tell people about The Dad, I can’t help but wonder, WHAT WAS HE THINKING!?!

Until Next Time,

Kiki