Hahaha this is a long story Jatz!
He was a blind date set up by my girlfriend. We chatted on the phone beforehand and he was impressed by my Simpsons references throughout the conversation so we agreed to meet up at a restaurant in a couple of nights' time.
First of all, he was late (an absolute pet hate of mine). He turned up in one of those beanies with ear flaps, a flanellette shirt, and baggy ripped jeans. I was in a black dress and heels. I asked him if he'd just finished work and he looked at me askance and was like, 'nuh'. Ohhhhhkay. I realise this is a bit shallow but make a bit of effort pls.
So we go inside and order at the bar. He orders a herbal tea (at a bar!!) so I felt funny about ordering wine, so I got a coffee instead. When the bartender asks if we're paying together or separately, he said 'together' and then turned around to grab a table. Fine, I'm an independent woman, I don't mind paying for myself. But he didn't even do the 'reach for the bill dance'!
We get to the table and the small talk begins. He asks what sort of music I like, and I start explaining that I listen to everything from Nine Inch Nails to Charlie Parker, and he scoffed at me and said 'what a cop out! Just pick a bloody genre'. That annoyed me. Then he asked me what I do for fun and I start rattling off the different sports I enjoy, and he interrupts with 'what?! You don't make any sense. I've never met a girl like you before. You turn up in a dress and heels and then tell me that you love sport? What are you really into?' That annoyed me too.
It was just arrogant behaviour that gave me the shits, and the final straw was when he told me that when I'm not smiling I have the 'world's biggest bitch face'.
