Tall, slightly goofy Russ, appeared to be sane enough to go on a second date. His overbite was cute and endearing and his aloof manner seemed sweet and a bit shy, so I trekked an hour and 10 minutes up to the upper east side. Granted, he was wearing white sneakers on both dates (CUE, CUE, CUE--NY men do not do that). On the second date, he added a South Beach ball cap to the ensemble.
He slammed me hard (and a few times) on my order of a margarita on the rocks instead of the slushy variety (really??)...he also did that on the first date....cue weirdo signal. As we left the restaurant, he asked if I wanted to see his apartment and I asked, "oh, is it close?" as he pointed out his building. It was past 10 and I had an early appt in the city the next morning AND I still had a subway ride of an hour and 10 minutes again so I said I better head home. Again the slamming started. If you harangue me enough maybe I'll change my mind? As he accepted defeat and walked me to the train, he rubbed my neck and brought his pointer finger around to fondle my ear canal. Yes, he put his finger in my ear; and no, don't think he accidentally brushed the edge of my ear. He went in. Needless to say, there's been no further contact with him. Seriously, W. T. F.? I'm going to start a new dating site--whatthefuckdating.com.
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