Real Kato Blog: Dating Update: Well, That Was Short

Next in line, please.

VetGirl just wants to be friends.

She says that she's gone on a few dates with another guy, and she doesn't feel right dating multiple people at once. I have no reason to doubt her honesty. But I've noticed that in 73.4% of on-line dating cases, when someone uses that explanation, it really means he/she's just trying to let the other person down easy.

I think the real reason for this is the fact that, during dinner, I spit on her. Okay, she denies that I actually spit on her, but as we were eating dinner, I thought I felt something fly out of my mouth. And then I saw a bit of lettuce stuck to her finger. I couldn't tell if it came from her own meal or not. Mortified, I asked her, "Did I just spit on you? Because that would be just about the worst thing that could happen on a first date." She said "No, I don't think so", and then she pretended not to notice the lettuce on her finger.

It occurred to me that asking about spitting was probably not a highlight of the evening for her, either. (Say, do you suppose this article will end up on the News and Observer web page? That'll be JUST WHAT I NEED.)

Ah well. Maybe things wouldn't have worked out anyway. She probably wouldn't have liked me eating the cows that she operated on.

So, this lane is now open. Twelve items or less, and no personal checks.

Next!

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Posted by Ken in: dating, life

Comments

Comment #1 from Phil (Guest)
2005 Aug 4 - 10:12 pm : #

"Twelve items." Is that like "twelve hangups or funky idiosyncrasies", max?

Comment #2 from Ken (realkato)
2005 Aug 4 - 11:13 pm : #

Yes. Or, no more than twelve toes.

Comment #3 from Susan (Guest)
2005 Aug 5 - 5:44 pm : #

On my second (third?) date with a promising guy (first date was "blind"), he accidentally spit on me while he was animatedly (?) telling a story during dinner with a group of his friends. He calmly reached over, flicked the offending particle from my lip (it was calamari) and continued his story. Unfortunately, a friend across the table noticed and called everyone's attention to this little mishap. We all laughed, he laughed, it was fine.

Moral of the story: I married him. If you can't laugh over something like being spit upon, where's the future???

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