Dumber than a bag of hair - Francesca

Okay, so this date...if you can call it that...was not supposed to happen. I was supposed to go to a concert with a friend from work, and she had to bail at the last minute. I had two tickets, and couldn't get anyone else to go. So, I branched to the people I'd been chatting with online, going in order of how much I liked them. It's tough to get someone to go to a show at the last minute, so by the time I got to number seven, I was ready to give up. But he answered, and said he wanted to go. I told him about the bands...it was a punk show, and I figured he wouldn't know much about the bands. He checked it out, and seemed into it, so...why not? Anything is better than going to a show alone...or so I thought.

I picked Nate up...he seemed okay on paper...27, employed....well, I guess I didn't know much about him. But again, person to take the ticket...worth it to me. We ended up taking the train into Boston, so we had time to talk...this was the start of the downfall of the date. He spent the entire time ranting about his ex, how she was terrible, and how she'd turned him into the police for drugs. Wow...a winner. By the time we got to the show, I was desperate to lose him. I realized I really am a nice person, because if I'd been any meaner, I would have left him at the show and gone home. Once we entered into the venue, it was better...the loud music drowned him out and I could have a drink, which I did need. The first band was fun, and I went to buy a CD after their set. As I bought the CD, I started talking to the band and their merch guy, only to have Nate run up...not to talk to me, but to try to talk to the band about a bizarre dream he'd had the night before. Even odder, it was completely unrelated to anything anyone had talked or sung about before. He was kind of thick, as the singer told him he was in the middle of something with me, and he'd talk to him when he was done with the conversation. Nate kept talking. I escaped to the mosh pit for Zebrahead, because I had to take out some of the frustration...I was at a fun show, and he was kind of killing it. I managed to enjoy the rest of the show despite his attempts to drag me down.

However, the show ended...and we still had the train ride back and the drive back to his house. On the way back, Nate kept talking. He went on about how the only future of music is hip hop, and the rest of music is filled with idiots. He even went so far to say that punk has no soul or meaning...not a way to impress a punk rock girl, especially when she just took you to a punk show that you said was fun. He then went onto his conspiracy theories, which I usually enjoy. However, it felt less like theories and more like someone reading back issues of High Times. At one point, he went on about how the world was going to end on 12/12/2012, and asked me what I thought about it...and the only thing I could say was "Wow, that's not soon enough." I'd reached the end of my rope and my patience. I explained that I appreciated his opinions, but I had no idea how he'd reached his conclusions. He continued to try to explain to me that he was the smartest person on the planet, and could see things most people couldn't, and he felt bad that I couldn't reach his level of understanding, but with time, I could maybe start to understand. I tuned him out for the rest of the drive, and dropped him off at his house, and told him to have a good one. He wouldn't get out of the car-he wanted me to come in, or at least make out a little. I started laughing, and told him that when he stooped down to my plane of intelligence, he would understand.