Saturday, September 15, 2007

The Gambling Douche

I am not sure where I should begin regarding my date last night. What a shizaster, I was digging my nails into my legs trying to maintain my cool. First, he pulls up in a 1970's Lincoln Town Car. He is not a car collector, this is his ride. I looked inside and the back seat is littered with empty bottles, including a bottle of Listerine (WTF?). There is a ton of trash in the back seat but what was most notable was there was both a flood light and flashlight in the front seat. In my mind, he was planning ahead for later that evening when he would be driving around the forest preserve looking for a place to dump my body. Those lights would come in handy to be sure. We went to Timmy Nolan's in Toluca Lake, kind of a dump and the food sucked. As he pulled out my chair, got me a beer, handed me a menu I replied, "Thank you." each time to which he replied, "No, thank YOU. It is my honor, my pleasure and my privilege." After about the tenth time he said that I told him he really needed to stop. REALLY needed to stop that. We were seated in front of a large t.v. which was playing the Yankees vs Red Sox game. He had a vested interest in the outcome as he had $250 bucks riding on it. He frequently referred to his "bookie" and when he won on the baseball game he breathed a sigh of relief and said that he would have his bookie apply the winnings from this bet to another debt he had incurred. At one point, he chose to go into great detail on how you bet on football games.....I started to loose my shit at this point and snapped back, "I don't care. I told you I don't watch sports and don't gamble. I REALLY don't care!" He mentioned that he lived up the street in the same house that he grew up in and I started thinking that he still lived with his parents and the hoopdie that he was driving was likely his mother's car. LOSER! He asked me to help him dress, told me he would take me shopping and mentioned his mother had just died two months prior (BTW, this is when serial murders start the killing, when mommy is gone....) All of this in the span of one hour and I had had my fill. I told him that I wasn't feeling this and I needed to go. He offered to drive me home which I declined as I didn't wanna become land fill. I walked down to Lucy's 51 and got drunk, kissed a bouncer, talked to my fuck buddy that won't fuck me for an hour on the cellie then went to sit down by the door as I was waiting for my taxi and missed the chair. Yeah. Can't go back there for a while. EHarmony sucks. I am thinking that I may just quit that for good.


SC said...

I don't know what you're talking about, clean out the back seat of that Lincoln and you've got yourself a first-rate shaggin' wagon!

Duke said...

This sounded like a bad situation to me. I think it was a good call to walk out on that one.

senor smooth said...

Wow, now that is LOSER date. If he can't be bothered to clean the crap out of his car now and then you can imagine what his place looks like now that Mommy is deceased. Oscar meets The Shining. Whee!