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Being the kind and considerate blogger that I am, I provide my specimens the opportunity to share their own renditions of our dates. Below is Mr. Rx’s summary of date two. As usual, I have taken the liberty of including “editor’s notes” highlighted in pink below.
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Having had a good time on the first date MoMo and I decided to go out again. Since I planned the first date she decided to offer a suggestion for the second. [MoMo’s Note: That’s not exactly true. He threw the dating-suggesting-ball in my court and I felt no choice but to shoot an idea out there.] She suggested we go see the movie Ted, which was directed by the creator of the television show Family Guy (which we both enjoy). [MoMo’s Note: I can’t stand the show Family Guy.] Although I found the movie entertaining, I could have done without some of the toilet humor such as the prostitutes. I grumbled in disgust however I think that it was misinterpreted as approval. [MoMo’s Note: This is another example of his sarcasm. The “grumble” he’s referring to is the lecherous grunt he let out at the sight of Mila Kunis’s dress-covered ass walking into her apart during a scene in the movie. He knows I heard his inappropriate noise-making because the following week I told him about his shortcomings as a specimen. I’ll get into that in my next blog post about him.]
After the movie was over we were both hungry so we decided to drive up the street to UNO for drinks and a bite to eat. There was a slight wait so we decided to go to the bar to have a drink until we were called. As I looked around I saw plenty of open stools but no two together. Being the gentleman that I am, I found her a seat while I went to hunt for an open stool. I excused myself, leaned in between a couple and a man sitting alone and asked if I could use the stool as long as no one was using it. Here is where things began to get interesting.
Initially, neither party seemed to mind if I moved the stool. See illustration below.
([Couple] Empty stool [Old man] [MoMo] People)
A person of reasonable intelligence and common sense would be able to deduce that if I just
moved a stool to sit next to my date (who is seated to your right) you would slide down into the open space out of courtesy. However, being drunk and belligerent, the old man was obviously unable to think logically. He became quite upset when I approached him with manners and asked, “Excuse me sir, would you mind if I slid this stool in here so I could sit next to my lady?” I believe he responded with, “Oh sure, ask me to move because I’m black.” Not exactly. I asked you to move because you are sitting by yourself so there really isn’t a reason you can’t slide down two feet. The “Sit In” and Affirmative Action forum continued as he now was referring to me as a “rich-ass white boy.” I have thick skin and I don’t let a lot of things bother me. However, one thing I don’t tolerate is someone trying to embarrass me.
As he continued to draw attention to this developing situation by raising his voice and looking around at the other patrons for approval I now was becoming upset. I politely stated, “I’m sorry if I upset you by asking is I could sit next to my date.” MoMo meanwhile was taking care of our drink order and possibly hiding her face, although I can’t be sure. “I’m 73 years old damn it. I paid for my drink. I come here every Wednesday.” At this point I was about ready to snap.
I collected myself, calmly turned to him, made eye contact and replied, “Well that’s the problem isn’t it, because it’s fucking Tuesday.” No knowing what else to do, he quietly took his drink and went to a table. Crisis averted, I took a deep breath and a sip of my drink. We sat there enjoying our drinks (UNO makes a mean Long Island), sharing pictures and getting to know one another a little better. About a minute later our pager went off and it was finally time to eat.
We arrived at our table and began looking over the menu. Distracted by each other’s company we kept forgetting to look at the menu; I think the waitress came back about 3 times asking if we were ready to order. I honestly thought she may sabotage our meal. I’ve seen the movie Waiting and have friends who used to work in the restaurant business (I know the deal). We focused long enough to decide on our order and went back to our drinks.
Having taken my car up the street I had to drop her off back at her car when we were done. She claimed that she forgot where she parked so we continued driving around. I know that really she didn’t want the date to end. [MoMo’s Note: False.] Though I didn’t mind because I didn’t much want it to either. Unfortunately, we finally found her car and after some bantering on my part we called it a day.
To Be Continued…
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