Blast from the Past

As some of my readers may know, I made it a personal goal to have 5 dates with 5 different people over Spring Break.  It's not looking too good right now for various reasons-1 whack job, 1 stomach flu, etc.  My date for this evening is stomach flu (don't worry, we've rescheduled) so I thought it would be a great time to blog about a date of the past.

This date is one of my all time favorites, and by favorites I mean most memorable-and not in a good way!  I met this guy on eHarmony.  I don't pay for that or any on-line dating sites for that matter (this may be the key reason for the quality of dates I've been on), but eHarmony has "Free Communication" weekends every once in awhile.  As a side note, you still can't see the pictures of the people you are matched with during "Free Communication" weekend-totally shady!  Anyway, I get matched with this guy and we seem to have some things in common.  We exchange actual e-mail addresses and pictures, I mean I want to see who I've invested some time in!  The minute I open up his picture I think he looks familiar.  Turns out this guy goes to my church.  I ever so slyly ask him if he is a Eucharistic Minister & of course he is.  We set up to meet at Cheeseburger in Paradise (such a fine establishment that will come into play later).  We sit at a little table by the window and chat it up.  He tells me that I have a beautiful singing voice, yadda yadda yadda.  Eventually his work comes up.  Now I already know that he is a security guard at a hospital, however I didn't know that he had recently completed his degree from, what for it, DeVry.  He then informs me that he is currently over $100,000 in debt from student loans.  Uh, hold on there a minute.  How many degrees do you have?  Just the one you say?  So I then ask if he will get a raise at work for completing his degree.  NOPE!  What the hell!  Things are not looking good for the eucharistic minister at this point.  

I continue to humor him with stories from my job all the while I am picturing him with $ floating above his forehead.  Strike #2 comes about halfway through dinner when he subtly tells me that he lives with his mom.  Now, I lived with my parents until I was 25, so I'm not really one to judge, but he was in his 30s at this point, so I'm going to go right ahead and judge him!  As dinner is ending he starts talking about a second date.  For some reason I am still open to this, maybe because he wants to go see a Broadway show and that is really how to get me to go anywhere with anyone.  About this time he also starts talking to the bartender about bar tending school.  I think to myself, "Do you really need anymore 'student loan debt'?"  But I keep this to myself.  He talks about how fun it would be to be a bartender & meet all kinds of people & how the extra money would be nice.  Then he asks for an application!  Let me repeat that, he asks the bartender for an application to work at Cheeseburger in Paradise while we are on a date!  Time of death-8:32 pm.