Bad dates are good material.

I had been chatting with a guy online and our attempts to meet kept running into scheduling problems, so I was excited when he texted me one evening that he was at a local bar and I should come by, since I happened to be free. I walk in and spot the guy–he’s wearing a fedora and and he’s up to his elbows in a huge platter of chicken wings. Without even looking up from eating, he offers me some wings. No thanks. I order a glass of water. I stand there for a few minutes while he’s hoovering up the wings and ignoring me….then I say, “Um, you know, it’s actually kind of late and I’m just gonna go on home.” Again, doesn’t even look up but says, “OK, see ya!” The next day he texted me to say, “I’m so glad we met….want to get together again?”