3 strikes and you're out!

So earlier tonight was date 3 with the teacher. I had been on the fence about him so I figured I would give it another shot. Let's just say I wont be needing a 4th date. It turns out 3 is the magic number of dates it takes to decide on someone. In actuality I really only needed 2 dates and the prospect of the 3rd to decide. I figured it was a bad sign when I wanted to cancel when he called me to get my address to come and pick me up. We had made plans to go to a movie yesterday but once it was actually time for it, I didn't want to go, I was kind of dreading it. And maybe it's because I have an unrealistic notion of "true love" (thanks Disney) but I like to think there's something more out there than dread. Call me crazy, but I want excitement!

Things didn't get much better when he picked me up in a pick-up truck. For those of you who don't know me very well...I HATE pick-up trucks. Unless you are hauling something very large, there is no need for you to have a truck! Unnecessary. Anyway, that little rant aside, the movie we went to was a Spanish film, his choice, though I did find it to be a good movie. We got there a little late and walked into the theater right in the middle of a crazy sex scene...a little awkward. As could be expected with foreign films, there was a lit of sex. The teacher looked very uncomfortable through the whole thing and would giggle like a little girl at the sex scenes. During one extra long sex scene he seemed extra awkward and grabbed his jacket and put it over his lap. I'm not trying to imply anything but those are the facts, read into them as you will. Other than that he would lean over to me through out the movie to ask me questions about what was happening or to explain parts of the movie in case I didn't get what was happening. A little annoying, a little insulting. My favorite part was when he leaned over to ask me what GHB was. Let's be real, I'm like the opposite of a druggie but I still know of GHB. Is it really possible to be 29 years old and not have even heard of GHB?

After the movie we went to grab a beer at a nearby bar/restaurant. It was a conversation filled with lots of "gosh" "geeze" and even a few "gollies" thrown in there. I felt a little like I was talking to my grandpa. I tried to tell a funny story from work but he didn't get it. I got retold a few of his stories from previous dates. And the awkward pauses with the dreamy looks were still there. I finished my beer quickly in hopes of leaving but he drank his slower than I have ever seen anyone drink a beer.

Eventually though we did leave and when we got out to the car he had a parking ticket (I told him I thought the meters we're still enforced). I felt kind of bad that he got a ticket, this date was turning out to be very expensive for him. I'm not sure what the protocol is on this, if your date gets a ticket are you obligated to a good night kiss? He definitely wanted a kiss but by the end of the date I wasn't really feeling it at all. He did the whole put-the-car-in-part-unbuckle-and-lean-in-thing, but I did the whole say-thanks-and-get-out-of-the-car thing. He wants for me to call him again...don't know that I will be though.

While the teacher isn't going to be my future, my dates with him did teach me some things. Like the fact that the 3 date rule is true. So if you're ever wondering about a guy, give it 3 dates and you'll know. Also, I learned that it's not enough just to be a good guy, I need more. I obviously I don't want an ass, but I need someone who's fun, someone who has a good drinking story, someone who I can joke around with and laugh with, someone that can go a little crazy. I feel like it's a total bitch thing to say, but too good can be a little dull and I like I said, I want excitement! Better luck next time.

You know you love me,
xoxo

P.S. For those of you counting I am now at 6! Start planning your trips to the land of 10,000 lakes (yes, I will hold you all to it).