Worst date of my life. I went out with him at the café and died of embarrassment.
You don't judge a book by its cover, so I agreed to meet when I got this offer. At my age, you can't be picky anymore.
Get to the point. Especially for a date, I left work a while earlier, before that, I was standing back like a guardian in God's Body, or maybe like a rat for opening a canal. Full make-up, hair, dress, heels. Well, as the young people say - shit!
We made an appointment with a potential future candidate in the city centre. I can see such flesh-meals from afar, but I won't run away. I'm grabbing that bull by the horns! It was a mistake... WOMAN.
Not to prolong it. The guy brought his own thermos with coffee (!!!!) to the meeting in the caf; when culturally - albeit bluntly - the staff pointed out to him that something should be ordered here, he asked for water.
For the whole 10 minutes (because that was how long the meeting lasted) he talked about his mother, who is waiting for us, because she has to meet me. When I let him know that it wasn't going to be anything, because it wasn't - he got up offended from the table and said he didn't have the money to pay for the water (maybe he didn't get a pocket money from his mum?) and left, leaving me in heavy shock. I still remember that waiter's eye when I was paying the bill. Full of compassion and pity...
I think it's time to take in some cat... or maybe a fish?
*the boy wasn't some junior high school student, he was 30!