Monday, Monday.... not too good for me.....

I was highly anticipating my evening with Golf after my Saturday night fiasco with Angry. I give him the name of the place I have come to enjoy in my dating frenzy (might as well keep 1 aspect of this whole ride simple!) He meets me at Jose O'Reilley's and as soon as he greets me at my car he has me in his arms and plants a very passionate kiss on me. I was not expecting this at all so I pulled away a little sooner than he probably would have liked. Where is my shy guy? I'm happy that I was welcomed with such a nice kiss but it just caught me off guard. We go inside and I am careful not to sit at the same table that I sat with for my dates with Mr. Smarty Pants or Angry. I cozy in to a corner table and he sits along side me. I like the set up here which is probably why I have become a frequent flier. There are tables along the walls and in the corners with cushioned window seats. There are bar stools that can be pulled up along side making it easy to get close without having to actually sit side by side. I motion for Golf to sit where I think he should and he pulls up a stool. We order some beer on tap and ask for dinner menus. After we secure our dinner orders we get to talking. At first it is small talk, about our kids, our day at work, random conversation. Somewhere along the way he veers off course and again, without any warning, the conversation turns to sex. He is telling me about how he likes his partner to dress....in the bedroom. He asks me if I wear "bloomers" BLOOMERS??? I nearly choked when he said that. I told him the last person I hear to use that word was my grandmother. He asks me if I think he is being offensive, and truthfully he is not, but I just wasn't ready to go there with him. He is shattering my image of a slow, shy, gentleman and now he is exposing his inner penis. I guess when you carry a concealed weapon, eventually it is going to make itself known. I change the subject. We talk some more about golf and kids and work. He blurts out how sexy he thinks I am. Really? With the fajita sauce dripping down the side of my mouth? Ugh. I'm not complaining. It's nice to hear that you are found sexy. Just at this particular place and time I am more interested in the sour cream and beans and getting them rolled up nicely with the chicken to make a perfect fajita. I ask him how he likes his meal. It's good. We start to talk about a radio show that aired that morning asking the question "how long should you date someone before sleeping with them". He wants to know, hypothetically, how long would I wait. I tell him that I think it is a case by case scenario and that if and when the opportunity presented itself, I would decide at that point if I was ready to take that next step with someone. He "agrees" but wants to know how I feel about him, again, hypothetically. i tell him that I am not thinking about sleeping with him at this point. He laughs it off and tells me that he wasn't thinking about it either or he would have cleaned his house and when will I go out with him again? Just like that. I suggest after I return from my trip to NC but he thinks that is waaaaaaaay too long and wants to see me before I leave. We make plans for Saturday night. (I remember after I get home that I am leaving Saturday morning and therefore can not have plans with anyone on Saturday night unless their name is Donna and they are picking me up from the airport). He also has some "comments" about his ex wife and her "jew" boyfriend. I make sure he realizes that my dad was Jewish and so is my ex husband. I do not think he meant it in a derogatory way but it is seeming to me that he might be a little ignorant. He is angry that his ex wife wants to take their son to her boyfriend's parent's house for Passover. He told her no way that he "did not want his son wearing a beanie hat and eating Jewish food". I ask him why and he has no good answer. I tell him I think he is being silly and that I think he should pick his battles with his ex. This is dinner, not a conversion attempt. Then he rambles on something about when his son makes his communion he is the one that is going to be sitting with him in the church, not her boyfriend. I ask him why he is worrying about things that are so far in the future. Again, he has no good reason. I ask him the same question I asked on our first date - "do you see things getting better between you and your ex wife?" He says never. Hmpf. I have to ask myself if I want to be involved with someone who is going to fight with his ex over every little thing. I choose not to live that way and I really don't know if I want to be involved with someone who chooses differently. Too many things on this date that made me skeptical. Dates 1 and 2 were awesome. Date 3, not as much. I will still go out with him again and this time I will be prepared to stop him if I do not like where the conversation is going. We head out to the parking lot and he again takes in his arms and kisses me like he means it. He is a little more "touchy" (but not in a groping kind of way) as he runs his hands up and down my back and explores the curves of my hips. He tells me again that he finds me incredibly sexy. I tell him goodnight and kiss him softly on his cheek. He shuts my car door after I get in and I pull out of the parking lot and make my way home.

For now I will stick to the routine of meeting new men. I made plans for Wednesday evening to meet a new guy (name to be determined upon meeting). I am quite interested to see what this guy is all about. He has captured my attention and my curiosity through our conversations and I am looking forward to the date. What to wear, what to wear? ;)