Fooseball

Online dating continues and since the last Meet-up there has been several months before I had another Meet-up.  I received a lot of messages.  I signed up for eHarmony hoping to maybe meet someone of a different caliber since the POF men seemed to either have issues or just were douche bags.

eHarmony was a waste of my money.  Nothing came of it and I resorted back to POF to find true love.  (That was sarcasm).  I eventually received a message from a dark haired, attractive man who sent me a funny message.  I like funny.  Gut instinct said to write him back.  We exchanged several messages and talked on the phone for a few weeks before we had time in both our schedules for a meet-up.  Our meet-up was kind of a last minute, "Hey I 'm going to be at this bar you should come up!"  I had nothing else to do.  I gotta get out there and meet people, right Friends?  So off I went to meet another stranger at a bar.

Because this meet-up was impromptu, I didn't get dolled up.  He's lucky I even popped a piece of gum in my mouth as I was walking into the bar.  He told me he was in the back playing Fooseball.  Um ok?  As I made my way to the back of the bar, I see the guy I'm meeting and I see a 7 year old little boy.  HE DID NOT BRING HIS FUCKING KID TO THIS MEET-UP??  Oh yes he certainly did.  Who does that????  He does.

Well, I was stuck.  He saw me.  Flagged me over and now I was officially meeting the family.  How many more kids did he bring with him, I thought.  Thankfully, just one.  I got the low down on why the boy was there which was because he pretty much takes his kid everywhere.  That would have been great to know like two weeks ago when we first started messaging and spoke about kids.  It's impossible to find out parenting arrangements on linkedIN or Spokeo so I learned from this dude that I needed to ask beforehand so I'm not thrown a curve ball or in this case a Fooseball when I go for the initial meet-up.

The guy looked like his pictures.  Slightly hairier than I would have liked and I was certain he didn't manscape, so my imagination went all sorts of places with that.  He was drinking a beer.  I was using the excuse that I had to go into work that night so I couldn't drink and would have to cut the meet-up short because I was "on call".

The meet-up consisted of a very competitive game of Foosball between a 7 year old and me.  Frankly, I had more fun on this meet-up hanging with the kid than I did talking to his dad.  At least playing Foosball diverted attention from the fact that I wasn't interested in his dad but I knew I was obligated to at least an hour with this guy.  The meet-up felt more like I was watching this kid so his dad could watch the basketball game than it did trying to establish a romantic connection.  But, I was fine with that.  Gut instinct told me this one was a no go anyway.

After an hour of playing Foosball and getting my ass kicked by a 7 year old.  My imaginary work duties called and I had to head out.  The boy gave me the biggest hug and asked if I would play Foosball again with him.  I didn't have the heart to tell him he would never see me again, so I promised him another round of games.  His Dad got a hand shake and I departed just as fast as I could.

The guy text me and messaged me a few times after the meet-up.  I guess he didn't get the hint I wasn't interested.  I finally had to be blatant and tell him.  He still tried to contact me again until I blocked him.

NEXT........