Date #8 The Boringest Guy EVER

As the title of the post suggests, this was the boringest date EVER! And the shortest!

Mr. Boring and me had been chatting on and off for several weeks before we were finally able to pinpoint a date. This date took place the following Sunday after the second date with The Dino Grad Guy. I had spent the day with my family and had absolutely no want to go out for coffee with yet another guy I have nothing in common with and whom I find rather boring. Also, I had been in the midst of packing for yet another move. Maybe I should start just canceling when I don't really want to go out.

So we decide to go to Peets Coffee in WC at 8. I leave my parents house and drive there. Lo and behold, Peet's is closed. Just my luck. When I call Mr. Boring, he's like "I was wondering if that was going to be the case." Here's a clue. If you think it's going to be the case, maybe you should suggest another location. We decide on Starbucks in Barnes and Noble. I don't like Barnes and Noble. I worked at Borders. But that's okay. Off I go to B&N. When I get there, I don't notice anyone who looks like his picture, nor any awkward people who look like they are waiting for a date. So I order my hot cocoa. (Again, why do we insist on going out for coffee. Who wants to drink coffee after 3 pm in the day?) I sit down and look like the awkward girl. I'm fairly certain that if people actually cared enough to notice me, they probably knew that I was waiting for a date. Eventually I see this random guy who looks NOTHING like my potential date looking awkwardly around. I wave him over and say "Mr. Boring?" (Not really. I used his name.) I'm taken aback because this kid looks nothing like the picture, and has the social awkwardness of a brand newly born chick. It's bad. Oh. And have I mentioned that he's a math teacher? I thought that it was kind of cool. Maybe even sexy. Yeah. I was wrong. Some stereo types never die. And start with good reason.

After he gets his coffee, he sits down. We start chatting about how I'm moving. Well, no. I start talking about how I'm moving because the silence is so awkward. When he talks, it's boring and about how he still lives at home. How his math students don't learn. How he has to move them onto the next grade regardless. The conversation is probably more mundane and boring then vanilla ice-cream. At least vanilla is reliable and tasty. It even has sugar in it.

After about 20 minutes of this hellish conversation, I feign tiredness and call it a night. He decided to stay at B&N to look at the latest sci-fi and fantasy books. I'm not going to comment on the irony of that because I read sci-fi and fantasy from time to time. And that just wouldn't be fair.

Kel asked me how I was able to call it a night after only 20 minutes. My response? If you aren't feeling it, you just aren't. I'm not going to waste my time for an hour just so some guy can realize that we have nothing in common. I don't feel an obligation to sit there and talk about what color socks he wears to work just to not offend him. I know that not a lot of people feel this way. In fact, I'm certain that many people would think that I was a bit too harsh and jumped the gun. To all of you: TRY ONLINE DATING! Then tell me that spending only 20 minutes with someone you find as interesting as the most boring thing you can think of is worth your time and isn't torture. To all those that agree with me in cutting it off as soon as humanly possible: You've obviously been there at some point, so cheers!

This concludes this portion of online dating. From here on out, ladies and gentlemen, I'll be blogging about any interesting stories I may have. Any interesting interactions that come my way. Oh, and we mustn't forget the roommate.