Never Tell Someone You Write this Blog - Francesca

I'm a very candid person, which can be a blessing and a curse. When I start to feel comfortable with someone, I open up pretty quickly, and will talk about pretty much anything. I also don't judge people that quickly, and if someone is mentally stimulating, I tend to look over some things like where they live, what they do, etc. All this came into play on a date with Tim. He was really into travelling, smart, funny and really cute. Plus he was a Pastafarian, which was huge for me. We met up at a tiny restaurant and had a great dinner, laughed, talked and talked about online dating. I mentioned that I wrote this blog...big mistake. He made it his goal for the night to end up as an entry. At first, I thought it was a joke, but I came to realize that it was a serious effort. After dinner, we went to a blues club, where with every drink he purchased, he informed me how much money I would have to "work off". Funny at first, I began to see he may not be kidding. He then started talking about his life more. He was illegally squatting at an abandoned house with no heat or running water...again, I thought he was joking. After talking more, I realized he had no job, and was running around from state to state a lot...made me start to wonder more about who he really was. Yet, he was cute, had passion and was into making documentaries, so I stayed. He really turned on the "charm" as we left the blues club and went to a local dive bar. On the way, he started telling me what he thought the top ten things a guy should never say on a date should be. Things like "So, when are we going to have sex?" and "Wow, you really can't be too picky, can you?" made me wonder why I was still there...but I still wasn't sure if I should laugh or run away. Once we arrived at what I decided was the final stop of the night, he ramped way up. He started a conversation with a homeless man, called me over, then ran off to talk to other girls. When he came back, he grabbed my phone and started calling all my friends and telling them of his plans to make this the most memorable worst date I'd ever have. I ended up grabbing up the last bit of my dignity of the night as I walked out...still wondering if it was all a joke. I originally was going to leave this night off the blog, considering he tried too hard and was intentional, but it was a good message...don't let anyone know what you write critiques of, especially if they are involved in said critique.