Date Night Fail: Alex the Awkward
The good thing about keeping a blog is that going on a date is win-win. If it's a good date, that's awesome, but if it's a bad date, I have more inspiration for the blog. From this, you may have gathered that tonight's date was of the "bad" variety. It wasn't a dating horror story, and no one was seriously injured, but as dates go, this one was a definite fail. The lead-up to the actual date was a bit like the Jaws theme song. Subtle, but the observant ones see the signs. The smart ones listen to the signs. The lonely single ones willfully ignore them. It started, as it usually does, with a (Match.com) wink. I winked because he seemed sensitive (he writes music, he's in a band) and like he could be cute. As we emailed back and forth, there emerged some slight, shall we say, idiosyncrasies. It started with some odd phrasing, some metaphors that seemed out of place in casual email conversation. We set a date to meet and started discussing