Date Seven (The first, second date)

The Set-Up
Two days after my first date with Date Six, I was called and asked out again. He decided to take me out to sushi. Huzzah!

The Date
   He picks me up a little late. That is all right as I am usually late to everything (yeah, it’s bad). We go to the restaurant, or try to anyways. He has no idea how to get there so we drive in circles for about twenty minutes. This is also okay, except we are now late for our reservation. That is if there was a dinner reservation. When my date requests the reserved table there is no such reservation to be found. This also is tolerable, but now means there is an extra twenty minutes of time that must
be filled with conversation. Conversation is stretching a little thin after the aimless driving.
   We finally get seated. Dinner is fine. The food is good but I can not get a read on this guy. He seems to be driven (he talks non-stop about his internship in Seattle. Washington is a nice state- but I am not a 90’s grunge babe so I do not care) but, he also comes of as a slight alcoholic who doesn’t know how to spend anytime outside of drinking and taking random girls out (seriously, when he wasn’t talking about Washington he was talking about drinking. One dollar pint night? I do not care). He tries to be intelligent (He sort of knows about world events and other things), but he often has no idea what the hell he is talking about (He talks about the things he kind of knows stuff about in a fake-pseudo-] intellectual jargon that often tricks uneducated and unsuspecting women).
   These radical personality differences are often associated with highly unstable people who are on some type of medication. However, I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt. I think that he is trying to project who I want him to be, and he can’t decide who that is.
   So we get done with dinner- he pays – we leave and get a movie. However, as we are getting the movie he gets a phone call from his very drunk roommates. He asks me if it is okay if he picks them up. I tell him I do not care (this is a mistake). So he goes to campus to get them. In order to snap them out of their drunken stupor he screams at them, blasting both my eardrums and any hope I once had for this relationship. The roommates are not ready so we drive around campus for ten minutes. When they are finally ready, my date decides to go to the liquor store (classy!!!). He has his roommates buy three bottles of wine (this is a perfect demonstration of his pseudo-intellectual bull that he was spewing. He tries to use fancy sommelier terms when describing wine, except they aren’t real wino-adjectives. He however, refuses to admit his mistake).
   We start to watch the movie. However, I am tired and as science has proven, movies make women sleepy. He keeps on trying to get me to drink (yes, that fancy wine he picked up at the store). I keep on saying no. The movie is boring and the guy can’t pay attention. I am exhausted and just want to leave. He keeps on trying to get me to talk, but I am so sleepy I flail about in tangles of incoherent phrases. When the movie is done I finally get to go home where I dream of sugar plums, car chases, sketchy business and a large tundra filled of nameless men trying to get my deepest secrets.

Grade of Match:  B-  (I don't know... He was getting on my nerves, but he was trying so hard)
Grade of Date: B ( Nice job with dinner, but everything that happened after was a bit of a mess)

xoxo Serial Dater

Next time: ???? Is someone going to set me up????