Bizarro world, here I come!

Soooo, Saturday I work. After work I go to Verizon to pick up my new phone and then have dinner with my sister and BIL. Home by 7:30. In pjs by 7:32. Makeup off, hair up, laptop on, ahhhhhh. About 8ish I get an instant message on Yahoo from Angry in NJ. Angry is someone I have been talking to from match. He has inquired about getting a drink and I keep yeah, yeah, yeahing him. He is messaging me from the car as he is driving home from dinner with his folks. He asks what I am up to and I tell him absolutely nada. He asks if I'd like to meet him for a drink. Now, those of you who know me well know that I am NOT a spontaneous person. In fact, spontaneity might just frighten me a little bit. But what the hell? I had given myself 1 month to have this new dating experience so I might as well take the bull by his horns and go for it. 1 drink? Sure, why not. We'll meet at the place of my choice in 1 hour. So I get out of bed, out of pjs, back into makeup. Hair is staying up. I just don't have that kind of enthusiasm. We both arrive at the same time and I see him getting out of his car. He's cute. Looks just like his pics. We head inside. This is the same place that I had my first date with Smarty Pants and I remember as I select a different table to sit at. He gets a couple of beers and joins me. And then he starts. ONE HOUR AND A HALF OF BASHING HIS EX WIFE....... PLEASE SOMEONE SHOOT ME AND PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY!! There is very little I can do to stop him. I keep trying to change the subject, but he keeps finding a way back to it. A few times he strayed away from the ex-hating to talk about his job, his daughter, the fact that his ex has a picture "with her tits hanging out" on MySpace. He also managed to squeeze in making fun of retarded people and a rude remark about Obama. He asks nothing about me. He has no idea what I do for a living, what kind of music I enjoy, how I came to be divorced and dating crazy angry people like himself. I'm done. I am literally sitting at the table twirling my empty beer bottle thinking about what would happen if I suddenly picked it up and hurled it at his head. And then mid sentence he announces that he's tired, I'm tired, we should go. HALLELUJAH!! I am up and out the door quickly!! He walks directly to his car and I head towards mine. I call out a "thank you, goodnight!" and he does the same. BIZARRE!!! I get home and back into my pjs. Back onto the laptop. Back to NORMAL world. He is already online when I turn my laptop back on. He sends me no message. I send him no message. I guess the feeling is mutual!