A Picture's Worth a Thousand

Truth be told, I was still thinking about date 5 guy throughout the week. He was traveling Europe and continued to send me occasional texts and updates. He was at Oktoberfest which I both respected and envied. I see you, bucketlist.
I was still bothered by the other dates and knew I had to get another one under my belt before he returned. This guy was very attractive in his photos and seemed to be an active person as well. Potential. We met for some wine on a weeknight and I spotted him quickly when I walked in. Remember when I said that most of the time, the guy is NOT as attractive as his picture? Well, this was one of those instances. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't unattractive, just not the sexy representation that I was picturing. The longer the date went on, the more I found him to look like an owl with narrow set eyes and a pointy nose. I thought it at least three times. Not promising.

This was another slow conversation start that did not find its momentum. He talked about rock climbing and running and told me that he was "too active" to really be great at climbing. I know he didn't intend that to sound pretentious, but seriously? I tried to laugh with him/at him about it, but his sense of humor left something to be desired. You should never be struggling to laugh on a date. Also, date 5. Yes, he was on my mind. Yes, he makes me laugh every time I see him. 

I diverted the conversation to a mutual topic, match, and proceeded to discuss our experiences. He told me that his family pressures him to find someone, but he never finds the time to date. That was an easy read; he never makes the time to date. I went on to share my autistic lawyer date because that's always a hit. He was actually amused by it and tried to make a later joke referring to his own genitalia. FAIL. Cringe-worthy. Also, I gathered this guy had little awareness to figure out that I don't exactly rejoice when men talk about their nethers on a first date. I still had half a glass of precious wine to finish so I continued on the date. You weren't expecting me to leave the wine, were you?

We moved to the warmer inside of the bar and were accompanied by a baseball game in the background. Alright, this is something we could talk about. He told me he didn't like watching baseball and preferred to go to a game (I can understand that). He then elaborated saying that his neighbor doesn't come by with a metal hot dog pan selling miller lites when he's watching baseball at home. Sort of following. Then qualifies that it would be awkward if he did.

Me: More awkward than I feel hearing you tell that story?

I said that out loud. I saw his face fall. It was a really terrible tidbit. I just couldn't let that slide.
In spite of my snarky comment, he still drove me home and even opened the car door. Thank you.
I hoped he wouldn't text me. He didn't. I'm okay with that.