Katie is a 38-year-old management consultant. She says “I wear anything black — chic black, not goth.” Katie describes herself as “semi-serious, and a wee bit sarcastic.” She likes taking exercise classes, running and playing board games. When Katie met David, she had been single for about six months, and she says “I usually only date one person at a time” and that she is interested in men “who can take care of themselves.” Bonus points if they’re “well-groomed.”
My friend and I met David and his friend while watching a band at an outdoor music festival last year. David was well put-together and very focused on my friend and I. Soon enough, my friend and I discovered that David was a part-time magician. His stories and antics were very entertaining, and we all ended that night goofing around for a while after the festival ended. I would say we hit it off. He asked for my number that night.
We went out a few times in a group after that, and had a good time, so I felt comfortable enough to drive with him to another town for a gig he had, just him and me. I was excited to see him perform, and to have our first proper “date” just by ourselves.
The trouble started when he picked me up. He started narrating the scenery as it passed, commenting on signs in particular. I thought he might be nervous, but he didn’t seem to have an issue with confidence! Every store-sign and street-sign we passed, he enthusiastically announced to me. At first, when he bellowed a crazy version of the name, I would say “Umm, sorry, what?” I didn’t really understand what he was doing. He would respond “Oh, that was Campbell Street back there.” I thought “… So?!” He did this the entire time. An hour later, I chose to be quiet instead of being interrupted on every block with more announcements. When we finally arrived at his gig, I decided to make the best of it and enjoy his show, and enjoy having a little space away from him.
Later, at dinner, I noticed David was “on” again. When the waitress brought items to the table, he used them for magic! He even used our napkins to do some tricks. It seemed like he was really into it, and thought I was too. He would stop to talk to me once in a while, but would interrupt himself with more magic. He continued with the tricks and all of the jokey one-liners the entire night, making it difficult to get to know him as a person, or for him to get to know me. He didn’t stop to ask how I was feeling, or if I liked my food, or to really learn anything about me. I was definitely an audience, not a date.
At the end of the night, parked in front of my place, David moved in for a snuggly hug, but he didn’t stop with the commentary even then: I couldn’t hear the thoughts in my head over his murmurs of pleasure in my ear. Seconds later, I pulled away, feigning exhaustion. He must have noticed, because he texted me later asking me what my intentions were. I told him that I liked him as a friend. He texted back that he was “too good” for me anyway.
Magically, his number disappeared from my phone. Poof!
Culled from http://www.thestar.com/life/2015/02/27/katie-and-david-dating-diaries.html