Eeyore as depicted by Disney (from wikipedia)

Date: December 5, 2008
Location: Red House
Time: 9:15 pm
Duration of date: 3 hrs
Occupation: Musician/Unemployed
Age:31

So I wasn’t really sure about this dude.  We IM’d a little bit on the dating site.  I could tell he was into me.  He was more interested when I said that I liked whiskey (Is it so strange for a girl to like whiskey? M likes it too).

Anyways, the date was ok.  The conversation was all over the place.  I was a little concerned when it started out with politics and the subject of Ron Paul came up.  Then the dude said that he wanted to become a politician. Then the conversation moved to diet and weight loss.  He started talking to me like I was some diet clinic adviser.  What food should he eat?, Diets, Fasting, etc.  Why do I end up meeting guys that are total women about their weight?

We talked about fashion for a bit. He said he is really into clothes but he is more of a slave to fashion than someone who appreciates a well cut garment.  He had on a nice Armani jacket but it didn’t fit right.  He couldn’t raise his arms. A real fashionista wear a jacket that gave them McCain arms.

The date could have ended after 2 hours but some how it became 3.  I attribute it to the Motown era jams on the stereo.  It made this dude seem a little less depressing.  Maybe I need to go on a daytime date with this guy to find out if he is a real dud.

So, this guy sends me a text message the next day to see what I am up to.  I blew it off.  Then he called.  I was expecting a call from someone else so I picked it up (damn it).  After that I realized that I couldn’t deal with his eeyore-ness (yes, I make up words).