I met up for drinks with Downtown Hipster on Thursday night.  He suggested a place convenient to him, downtown on a stormy night.  It was already late and so I called to see if we could move it to another time.  He insisted that I just come out for "one drink" and said he was already at the bar.  So, not wanting to be rude, I said okay.  Parking was a nightmare and then I had to walk in the rain.  I got to the bar--it was loud and crowded.  I called him, but no answer.  I called three times and was just about to leave when he turned around and saw me.  He got off his barstool and I realized that I was looking at a Bangladesh version of Mighty Mouse.

I ordered a drink and pratically had to shout to be heard.  I already knew that I wasn't going to stay long, so I got a tonic water.  He grandly told her to put it on his tab.

Hipster started talking about the boring, the banal.  He had no sense of humor and I was becoming surlier by the minute.  I tuned him out mostly, but do remember him telling me that he was "like a child" and had to have simple things explained to him repeatedly.  I stared at him in disbelief and then started sucking on my pint glass of tonic water as quickly as possible.

He talked non stop about himself, and finally I had to tell him I wanted to go when they turned up AC/DC to deafening levels.  I said I could find my way out but he said he wanted to walk me to my car.  Apparently, walking me to my car to him meant seeing me outside and then waving.  I was nowhere near my car.  Great, alone downtown in the rain.  That's exaclty where a single girl wants to be while wearing a miniskirt.

I returned home, grateful at only having wasted 20 minutes on this one, but later that night I got an email saying I shouldn't be so angry that I was obviously on match.com because no one around me wanted to date me.  He also said I should have thanked him for buying me the tonic  water.

I replied:

Thanks for the advice, here is some of my own


If a girl calls and asks to cancel, you shouldn't insist that she come out anyway.

Pick a place that is convenient to her, not to you, especially if there is no parking.

Don't talk about yourself the entire time.

Wait outside for her or keep your phone handy or at LEAST look for her so she doesn't wander around a bar she doesn't know by herself for ten minutes.

And NEVER contact me again.


Mean?  Maybe, but I am at the end of my dating rope.  This experiment is coming to a close soon.