Look Who I Found!!

Opie!! I thought you was dead Op! I hope you got out of the Sons, they weren't good for you.

I went on a date a few weeks ago...

So I met up with a guy at Second Cup. I don't think that's really a date but what would you call that? A meeting? Either way, this guy, we'll call him Mr. Chemistry, messaged me on OkCupid and he seemed intelligent enough and didn't look too bad. He wasn't smiling in any of his pictures, maybe he's not very photogenic. I figured I'd give him a chance.

The whole messaging portion went very well, very straight forward, no complications, no stipulations, easy breezy. We decided to me up in a public place for coffee. He was on time, good start, over-looking the fact that he showed up in the same outfit that he was wearing in his profile pictures; a button-down shirt, untucked, jeans and some mountain/hiking shoes; although he doesn't seem like the type who spends very much time in the great outdoors.

About 15 minutes in, I noticed quite a bit of plaque in between his teeth. It wasn't even like he might have forgotten to brush his teeth today. That kind of plaque can only accumulate after quite awhile of not brushing or flossing. Please see below:

I know what you're thinking, "What did his breath smell like?" Thankfully, I wasn't close enough to get a whiff and I have to assume that it smelled like coffee because coffee breath trumps regular halitosis any day.

All of that aside, he was very nice, seemed really sweet until he mentioned that he didn't fancy the new Star Trek movie. I made the mistake of asking why. He's a trekkie, I am not. He says he's the type of person who was sitting in the theatre pointing out technicalities in the storyline. Ex: You can't use that phaser in this atmosphere it wouldn't have worked until you changed the galactic setting to some-nerd-term-that-I-can't-think-of. Or some rubbish like that. Talk about opening a can of worms! The man proceeded to go into a 15 minute rant about why Star Trek: Deep Space 9 is better than Next Generation. The man was in a zone and I'm looking at him like he's talking in Chinese. For real, I do actually know a little bit of Mandarin; so every once in awhile he would say a word or two and I'd be like, "Ah yes, I know that thing." Then he'd lose me again. 

We parted very nicely after about an hour or so, but I don't think I'll see him again. He was really timid which leads me to believe that I would tear him apart and then walk all over him. He was like a "Yes, Dear" type of guy; meaning his answer to everything would be "Yes, Dear". That might be great for some women, but I like a little fight in my man. On a whole, there wasn't any chemistry.. well, there was a whole HEAP of chemistry going on in his mouth, but that's not the kind of chemistry I'm looking for.

I feel renewed in the fact that it wasn't terrible, Mr. Chemistry wasn't great, but it was better than Mr. Half-on-a-Pizza. *shudder* He set the bar pretty low for those who had to follow him.