The Human Skittle......

SO YES, I am a day late with my blog but life happens and so today you all will get TWO for the price of One.  My date Thursday night was awful to put it mildly.  I am not sure who or what hit me over the head and made me agree to meet this man but I did and I went.  He chose a little pub and when I arrived he was already seated.  As soon as I saw him I looked for a way out.  Had he not spotted me, I would have bailed but he did so I joined him.  There was no way for me to miss my date because he literally looked like a human skittle.  I think as I approached the table I heard "Taste The Rainbow."  However, this was not a rainbow I wanted to taste.  His shirt was so colorful that I was glad that I made it through the date without having a seizure.  Not only was it colorful, it was silk and tucked into his stonewash jeans.  Then if those things were not enough around is neck was a gold chain.  I quickly look to make sure he is not wearing a pinky ring on both hands.  His stomach bulged so much that I thought at any moment that a burst of Skittles were going to emerge from it.  Now for those of you who know me you know I love to eat however, I ordered water thinking he would get the hint.  The Human Skittle did not, he ordered an appetizer a full meal and then dessert.  As I sat there wanting someone to poke my eyeballs out Skittle man was having a grand little dinner.  The conversation was dull and had I had a pillow I would have taken a nap.  The only thing keeping me focused was his shirt.  I could not take my eyes off this magical garment.  What is so crazy though, is as I sat and drank WATER and did not say much he apparently thought it was going so well that we should venture off to another local pub and shoot pool with his "buddies."  I wanted to scream..."DUDE, GET A CLUE."  But instead I pulled my old line and said sure I will follow you.  I actually got in the car and called a friend and said, "I didn't want to go."  She said "Don't go then."  At that point I did not want to waste anymore of my night especially holding a pool stick.  So once again he turned right and I turned left and headed home.

I got home and thought, how could The Human Skittle think this date was going so well that it should continue?  He had to have some sense that I was not having a good time.  Are we wanting companionship so bad that even at it's worse it is still better than being alone?  I am trying to figure that one out.  Because I am tired of coming home alone every night.  I do crave companionship but not at the risk of being miserable.  My companionship lies in the hands of my dear girlfriends right now until I find the right man. 

~ONWARD