Not all of my jdates are horror stories. Sometimes admittedly, its not you, it’s me.
Zach was another guy that is gonna make some lucky girl really happy someday, just not this one.
Zach is what the more enlightened would call a catch. He was down-to-earth, funny, good-looking, (even better looking in person than in pictures. When does that ever happen?) and super chill.
Zach also had the misfortune of going out with me on a really bad day, I had lost my job.
I went over to GP’s after work that day for some consoling. I texted Zach and told him that I was at a friend’s house, I was filthy-dirty from work so he wouldn’t get his hopes up. He said he was painting all day so he would stay dirty too, fair is fair. GP made dinner and I lost track of time. I checked the time and shit I was late. I texted Zach and told him to forgive me that I was running late. By the time I caught up with Zach I was running even later, actually literally at this point I was running. I call him and he sees me before I see him and says “You better run.”
Points to him for being witty, funny, and breaking the ice. Breathless, I call him an asshole. Points to him also for letting me both call him an asshole, and for making me feel comfortable enough to do so. Although, if I were keeping count he loses points for showing up all cleaned up, not at all paint soaked.
We go to a local dive bar which I love, and talk easily. He says I’m great because I laugh at all his dumb jokes. I in fact, love his dumb jokes. We seem like old friends which is the problem. I observe that he’s good looking, but somehow I am just not attracted to him. It’s sad for me because he possesses all the important qualities that I am looking for. He is even edgy, which is so hard to find.
I’m feeling so comfortable with Zach that I tell him about some of the previous horrible jdates that I had been on. It may or may not have been mentioned that any guy that doesn’t pay on the first date, doesn’t get a second date from me.
It’s getting late and we get the check and I pick it up to pay. He says no, and I insist, so he offers to thumb wrestle for the bill. Loser pays. I let him win and pay the check. He looks bewildered and takes this as a bad sign, asking me, “Is this a test?” I offer up that I was late, so I owe him. Actually he is one of the few guys I didn’t mind showing appreciation to, and maybe subconsciously, I knew he was in the friend-zone.
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