I have caught a lot of flack lately for not giving guys enough of a chance, so against my better judgement, I continued to see someone that I was not particularly interested in. He was nice, easy going and went out of his way to make our dates fun and interesting. I should have liked this guy. I just . . .didn’t. Even when he kissed me, I felt nothing. There didn’t appear to be anything wrong with him, so I assumed the problem is just that I am dead inside.
Last night was our fourth date. We went to dinner and a comedy show, so I said I would meet him at his place because it was on the way. His studio was clean and well decorated. He made me a rather spectacular drink and I sat on the couch while we chatted. The whole time I kept thinking: “why don’t I like him?”
His desktop had two giant monitors, which were on and I stared at them absently while we talked. I wasn’t really thinking about what I was seeing. Then it hit me, I was looking at a picture of a winged anime girl, with pasties. She looked young, in pain and she was chained up around the throat and hands.
Really? I glanced at his DVD collection non-chalantly. Pervy anime.
And this was just the beginning of the evening.
We got in the car and he thumbed through his music collection on his iPhone. The wallpaper on the iPhone? More bizarre animated bondage. With wings!
Was it just me thinking that this was a tad bizarre? Who really has that on their phone and computer? I’m a bit of a dork myself. I’d be understanding of a giant picture Arwen because, despite the prosthetic elf ears, Liv Tyler isn’t a cartoon. Even Princess Leia in the gold bikini would be preferable to this.
At the very least, if he knew a girl was coming over, he could have changed his wallpaper to a picture of a dog or Angelina Jolie, or ANYTHING other than his freaky cartoon bondage fethish.
I tried to be understanding though. I wasn’t going to be overly judgemental. I could give his guy another chance and just pretend that chained up girls on desktop wallpaper is cool.
We chatted through dinner about various pop culture references and he mentioned he was a fan of Boardwalk Empire, a show that takes place during prohibition. I mentioned that I knew of a bar that specialized in prohibition-era cocktails.
“Prohibition, that was in the 50s, right?”
I have no response to that.
Lesson learned: No matter what anyone tells your, or how dead you feel inside, go with your gut, it’s probably right.