I went out for my 3rd date with the German photographer on Friday.  Now logistics kept us from sleeping together on the first two dates, but 3 is as far as I’ll go with a girl without some sweet loving.  We planned our Friday date almost 2 weeks in advance.  This girl is always so busy with art projects and school.

Thursday night she texts to say that she has to go home at 11.  I’m like why are you changing the plan the day before.  I consider cutting her loose for being so lame.  She is complaining about the last train etc.  I tell her she can just crash at mine as my house mate’s away and she starts freaking out.  There are tons of signs that I should have cancelled the date I know….

After a text argument, kind of, we just stick with the original plan.  She was talking about going out another night or something.  I mean it was all just so lame.  So we meet at like 6 or something on Friday.  I’m thirty minutes late and I just don’t care.  I guess it’s good because I wanted to start showing up to things late this year to see if I could do it.  She’s already drunk so I have a shot and a drink with her.  We are chatting and it’s ok.  She just talks about work and how stressed she is constantly.

I am kinda tired from the lesbian sleep over, so I don’t steer the conversation away from her boringass topics as much as I should. After a while she wants to grab dinner somewhere.  I never do dinner dates.  I also never do Friday dates.  Whoops.  We start looking for a Japanese place.  I’m thinking traditional Japanese place, where we can snuggle into a corner.  She drags us into a place that is exactly like wagamama.  I tell her it’s a terrible date restaurant.  She ignores me and says she wants to eat there. I don’t care enough to resist.

I wish I could say that I was bringing my A game, but I was barely there.  I was thinking about how she just isn’t pretty enough for me and I can’t believe she keeps rocking similar outfits when we go out.  She has these giant red feather earings she keeps wearing.  They are so attention grabbing that she shouldn’t wear them on all our dates.  I mean change clothes.  I am drifting through our date, kinda wanting to have some sex but not willing to work for it on any level.

All during dinner she is yapping about work and I keep trying to cut the thread but she is like a cat with a ball of yarn.  She keeps wanting to talk about boring and stressful things.  This is really sexy for a girl to do, let me tell you.  At one point she says  she knows she should be having a good time, but she is stressed and can’t take her mind off what she has to do Saturday morning.  I’m like baby, you are at dinner with a really cool, good looking guy.  Why don’t you focus on that and have a good time?  She says she’ll try but in our hearts we both know she’s lying.

After dinner we both go to the bathroom.  Separately you perverts.  I think about just leaving.  I’m so bored.  When she comes out front she starts trying to give me the brush off.  It takes 5 minutes for me to realize she wants to end the date.  She is talking about a lack of vibe or something.  I thought about giving her a debrief on how she ruined out date and is too dumb to realize it.  I wanted to tell her that our date sucked because she never stopped complaining about work, took us to a bad restaraunt and was poorly dressed and also she had established a curfew up front to put more pressure on us.  But I didn’t say anything.  All I thought was, I don’t feel anything.  I am becoming an emotional terminator.

So five minutes later I met up with my lesbian gang around the corner and then I was chilling with a really tall beautiful swiss girl. It was a nice night, but I was too tired to release the energy necessary to capture her.  So I went home early.