But second impressions count too.
So yeah... yesterday with Bob wasn't exactly the greatest time of my life.
He picked me up and we went out for lunch. We were supposed to drive his friend somewhere and then hang out. That turned into us picking up his friend and them going to the bar to play videogames and drink... at 2 in the afternoon. So I sat there on a bench, bored to tears, wasting my vacation day off work watching the drunken idiots play Buck Hunter.
Then Bob, who kept saying he was totally sober in spite of what he'd drunk, came over and just casually humped my leg.
WHAT THE HELL?
Then he kept tickling me. I hate being tickled. Like... seriously. So I told him to stop, that I hated being tickled, that it really pissed me off. His response was "Awww..." and then he tickled me again. So I punched him.
One of his friends threw a lit package of firecrackers onto the hood of someone's car. NOT COOL.
He started referring to me as "His Woman" to his friends. Riiiiight.
Needless to say, I don't think I'll be seeing Bob again. I just don't know how to call it off. E-mail? I really don't want to call him. And I feel a tiny (microscopically tiny) bit bad. Cause we had already made plans to go see a movie on Friday and go to the Renaissance Faire on Sunday. Should I wait a give it a little more time? I dunno... I hate crap like this. This is why I don't date, it's such a pain in the ass.
On a more cheerful note, how did I not know about Big Bad Voodoo Daddys? They are so much fun!