I went on a date last night. I was very excited about it because I had spoken to him on the phone several times and each time we had long, fun conversations. We seemed to communicate well.
But the date itself did not turn out quite so well.
He was cute. The conversation was pretty good, but he rarely asked me any questions about me. Instead I got a lot of work stories and learned about him, which was great because I was honestly interested in him. I was willing to put down his apparent lack of interest in my life to sheer nervousness.
He was clearly nervous, but his body language did not give me a lot of hope. He leaned away from me a lot and made no effort to touch me, even causually.
Again, I was willing to put this down to first date nerves.
But then he got a phone call. Politely, he glanced at his phone and then turned it off. Good. But a few minutes later, he excused himself to go to the restroom and was gone for quite a while.
When he came back, he made no secret of the fact that he had returned the call. And here's where things get very odd.
Apparently, a friend of his was down in the city and had gotten into a fight with his girlfriend. During this time, the friend had accidentally locked his keys in his car. So he called my date (who lives in the NW burbs) because apparently my date carries spare keys to his friend's car around with him.
W T F???
To be fair, my date did not ditch me right away. But the date did end relatively soon thereafter.
This really seemed like an "emergency call" to me (and I didn't even know that guys did this!)
But we were already close to the end of the date. It was 9:30 and he could easily have excused himself saying he had to work in the morning. That's exactly why you do first dates during the week.
But I'm simply speechless. And kind of hurt.
I could be wrong. I hope I'm wrong. But it's very very strange.