Presumptuous Peter

It's  11:40 am on a Saturday.  I have managed to get in a run in 15 degree weather and make it to Market Basket ( the cheap grocery store from hell) with a hangover.  I am officially done for the day.  Oh wait. I have a noon date.  FML.   Why did I agree to this?  

Since I don't think I really care about this one.  I do the minimal amount possible including leaving my eye makeup on from last night.  On a scale from 1-10.  How gross is that?   Anyway, he shows up  at my house on the stroke of noon in his tight button down shirt.   Gives me a tight lipped kiss and says hello.

The plan was originally to get food and maybe bowling.   Bowling is such a second date.   People want to do something 'fun.' In my mind, bowling is only really fun with a lot of beer and enough friends so you don't have take too many turns.   Back to the tight lipped kiss.  We chit -chat as we walk to his car.  I ask him about his Friday night.  He's says gym and laundry.   I'm about to make a joke about getting a tan.   (GTL).    This is particularly funny to me because he's white as a ghost. However he goes on to complain about how busy he is and how much their is to do.   By the time we get to the restaurant of his choice- he has already corrected me 3 times about things I have said.  We walk into the empty dark bar and the waitress asks what we wanted to drink.  He replies "waters.".  We order- He gets a sandwich without fries.  Instead asks for rice. We eat. drink our water.  Leave.  

At this point I'm contemplating faking sick- but I just decide to stick it out.   We head to the bowling alley he says "are you good at bowling? "  "No– are you? "  "Well i ussually bowl a 200." he says.   Huh.   We go to get our shoes  and pay for the games.  The bowling guy "how may games?". " 3" 
No hesitation.  What if i wanted to play 6?  We bowl.  He doesn't get close to 200.  Probably because he is so concerned about how bad I am at bowling.  We bowl three games in 1 hour.   

He takes me home.  He has still yet to ask me any questions about myself.    Not that I want to share details Bout my life.  I get out of the car and he does too.  He walks me to my door and says "can I use your bathroom?"  I hesitate but agree.   It must have been all that water. He is in the bathroom for awhile- long enough for me to check my email Facebook and interpret the texts from my mother.   Is going to try and kill me?  He comes out and look like he is going to sit down.  I stand.   He comments on the ancient tv we have at the 366.  He goes to tight lip kiss me again.  He succeeds. I give him a quick hug and tell him to enjoy the rest of his weekend about three times. This is probably because I'm ready to start enjoying mine!