No sparks on the blind date. He was nice and everything, but...
Plus the fact that at one point he said he wasn't one of those guys who was into fancy cars, and then the valet pulled up in his Porsche convertible! Ha.
I did feel bad for him because he was saying that he was like the president of the A/V club in high school. I asked him if he played any sports, and no. He was in the band. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Poor sweet little Porsche-driving A/V geek.
On to the next! Or not. Please god no more.
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Damn! *fists in air*
ReplyDeleteoh crap. I think perhaps you should demand your money back from the matchmaker. At this point I have more faith in random run-ins than with the matchmaker.
ReplyDeleteLuckily, the matchmaker was free. But agreed - don't think she really knows what she's dealing with.
ReplyDeleteHow about casual fender benders?
ReplyDeleteOK--my password for this comment is "slyto". Could go on your icky word list.