Date 14 (unless you count the dates I had with my ex then it's like a lot more)

I know, all you all really want to know about is the date. And I'm getting there. But first I need to explain my place emotionally.
So when you've been dumped and when you're in an emotional rough patch all you focus on moving on. I did this through the use of alcohol and too many trips to Iowa City.
I went out on Wednesday night in an emotional funk. I cried my makeup off. I wasn't interested in interacting with any man. I just kind of wanted to sit there, and well honestly, I wanted to cry.
However while I was out at the bar a man approached me. He straight up invited me out to dinner. I didn't really know how to react to that because I haven't been on a date since August. I have been kind of asked on dates, but I kind of messed them up through alcoholic reactions.
I said that I wasn't sure. Honestly I was feeling sick and I really didn't want to go out on the weekend. And when I say sick I mean that I was actually sick, not from liquor, but from being sick. I had taken pain killers all week in order to fall asleep. I was just feeling terrible.
I gave him my number, forgot his name and went on with my night.

The following day he texts me asking me out. I say what the hell and end up going on a date.

The Date
We meet at Stomping Grounds at 7:00. I am about five minutes late. I really am not into it. I am still feeling incredibly ill. I am sleepy, my throat is sore, and I am emotionally drained. I am not in the mood for a date. However, I get myself dressed up and go out.
Anyways he greets me at the door. This is an incredibly good thing because I have no clue what he looks like. He is apparently an inch or two taller than me and round. His face is pink. He looks genuinely happy that I didn't flake out on him. He compliments me on my appearance then walks me to our table.
We talk for a while before we order. We avoid saying each others names. Mostly because I am pretty sure that neither of us remember them.
We order and continue to chat.
I find out that he is older than me.
Several years older than me.
Like when I asked him about Lollapalooza he tells me that the last time he went was in 2001. That was when I was ten.
I don't know how to react. I'm pretty sure he is a little nervous about the age thing. I never realized a legal adult could still have a Lolita aftereffects.
We continue to talk, but I am getting super tired. Maybe it's because of the painkillers, maybe it's because I cried earlier in the morning. I am starting to yawn.
It's not because our conversation is bad. We talk about regular things. Music, major, hobbies.
However, the big issue is I am an undergrad. I have completely different interests and a different scene than grad students.
He is looking to get married, because this is one of his last chances to find a soul mate.
I am looking for entertainment.
And I was simply not too amused.
A table of international students enter and take the table next to us. They are very loud. I check my phone and say that I have to scram.

Ultimately it was good that I went out. It is all in the process of closure or something I guess.
Yeah, this is a lot more depressing than my other posts, but I think it taught me that I don't want to be defined by my relationships. I have learned a lot through my breakup and I don't want to move backwards. This might have been an accidental slide.