From a boy's point of view...

A friend of mine (who i actually met through an internet dating site, OH MY!) has recently delved into the whole dating world. He is out to prove, its not just girls that have shit for luck. And, in this case, ok fine its true.


Consider this proof that it isn't any easier for a guy to find someone worth dating.

So I got a message on okcupid, the girl looked really hot in her pictures, and we had a lot in common. In her third message to me, she asked me to hang out and gave me her phone number. This struck me as odd, because this was only 3 messages in, and all 3 messages took place in the same afternoon. I figured what the hell, and called her up.

Now this chick was latina, which was cool, but talking to her on the phone I could tell there was gonna be a problem. Her accent was heavy and I got the feeling like she didn't know how to speak en ingles. The phone conversation wasn't THAT bad though, or at least that's what I was willing to convince myself.

The date was scheduled for a few days later. I went into the city and waited at a bar...she was going to come meet me after she got out of work.

Let me just say, from the second she walked into the bar I knew I was screwed. She walked in and I knew I wasn't attracted to her, but I figured what the hell. Then she sat down and opened her mouth....GOD THE HORROR. I'm really not that picky (I promise), but her teeth were dark brown and pointing in several different directions. And her breath was funky.

Not that she said anything. She didn't really talk or drink, so we sat there while I drank 2 or 3 beers. I wanted to leave. I wanted to go to the bathroom and climb out a window. But I stayed. Then we left the bar and she suggested we get sushi. I agreed. Why did I agree...???? Argh.

So we walk to this sushi bar and again, I'm doing all the talking. She's really awkward and doesn't seem into me. I don't seem into her. Still, we're going through the motions. We eat a couple of sushi rolls and exit. I start the whole "Well, it's getting late routine (even though it was only about 9pm)" and she again insists we do something else.

We end up at another bar. I'm drinking. I'm talking. She's sitting there. Saying nothing. Drinking nothing. Still with the foul breath when she does talk. Oh god. Oh god. Help me.

Finally we leave this bar and at this point it's raining. She has to get to the train. The station is 5 blocks in the opposite direction from where my car is. She says "you don't have to walk me if you don't want." I say ok, have a good night, go in for an awkward hug, SHE DOESN'T HUG BACK. Awesome.

Two blocks later, I get a text: "Hey I thought things were going really well but I guess you just weren't that into me. Have a nice life"

What the fuck? Did she really think that was a good date? And why did I stay that long? I need to learn to be more of a dick. The date was like FIVE HOURS and cost me $80+.

When will I ever learn?