Maureen is a 37-year-old small business owner. She says “I am a girl of all seasons. I can be in the garden in rubber boots in the afternoon, and at an elegant event in a cocktail dress that evening.” Maureen says “I’m funny and easy-going. I’m a spiritual person, and I accept people for who they are, and where they are in their lives.” She loves going to the theatre, piano bars, nightclubs and concerts.
When I met Philip, I was just looking for some fun. I was recently single after ending a long relationship that had been drama-filled and exhausting.
I went to a work event with a friend, and as I looked around the room I noticed a guy staring at me. Being a single female, I smiled back. Apparently, that was enough for him to come over and strike up a conversation.
Philip was different from my usual type, but my usual type hadn’t been successful for me in the past. I was branching out into new territory! We had talked for a while when he asked me if I’d like to grab dinner with him sometime. I was curious, so I said yes.
We were going to an upscale restaurant, so I wore upscale-casual attire. However, when I arrived at Philip’s house, he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Philip mentioned how hot I looked. Gee, thanks. I wish I could’ve said the same about him.
I didn’t like the way the date was looking, and I was a little creeped out by Philip. The conversation at dinner was stagnant, but I tried to get it moving by asking a lot of questions. When Philip drank a total of seven drinks during dinner, I admitted to myself that it wasn’t a good date. Our differences were becoming more and more apparent; also, the more Philip drank, the more he talked about himself.
After we finished eating, Philip suggested we drink at the restaurant’s bar. When I told him I would just have water, he was incredulous. I wanted to escape. Eventually, I told Philip that I wanted to leave.
On the trip home, he slouched over, hardly able to keep his eyelids open. When I finally dropped him off, he was surprised that I didn’t want to kiss him. I high-tailed it out of there.
I went downtown to a bar to meet some friends. It was late, I needed to forget about the bad date, and dancing to a live band sounded like good therapy to me! I pushed my way through the crowd up to the bar and noticed a handsome man making a beeline for me.
He started talking to me. I smiled politely, ignored him and watched the band. When the song ended, he persisted. I finally said to him, “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested. I just came from the date from hell, and I need some ‘me time’ right now.” He looked me right in the eye and said “I would love the opportunity to make up for your ‘date from hell.’” How sweet is that, I thought to myself.
He told me he would leave me alone for the rest of the night if I agreed to go out with him. I gave him my phone number. He was true to his word and left me alone for the rest of the evening. It was refreshing, at least, to know that some guys are relentless in a nice way.
Culled from http://www.thestar.com/life/2015/02/20/dating-diaries-maureen-and-philip.html