Come on the Go!

So a guy at a coffee shop sits at my table and starts talking to me. Granted, I sorta knew him before - which is why I didn't blow him off. But I should have. Here's why.

Let's call him Mr. Jetsetter. Within 5 minutes of sitting down, he was naming off the various countries he's visited. Japan? Sure. The U.K.? Almost monthly. Italy? Well, of course. He's first-classing it here, and limo-ing there...and I knew he thought that his diatribe was impressing me. I'm sure it worked with other woman.

But if he wanted into my panties, that was so not the right way to do it.

First, I travel just as much (if not more) than him, to an equally number of cool places. But for whatever reason, he wasn't hearing that. I mentioned spending time in Syndey, and I got something like, "yeah, anyway..." before he launched into another dull story. You know the type.

I could handle that. It doesn't turn me on, but I can deal with the "my travel penis is bigger than your travel penis" stuff. What bothered me was his freakin' phone. It kept ringing - and he kept answering it. While sitting. At. My. Table. He didn't excuse himself to leave (even during a 5-minute call.). He didn't turn off his phone. He just kept answering and talking and answering. What the hell was that? I mean, doesn't common courtesy dictate that you leave the table? That is, if you HAVE to answer the phone.

Lemme tell you, I felt damn important, too. Hmm, I can talk to the beautiful blonde woman, or I can answer the phone. Yeah, I'll answer the phone. That'll turn her on. She'll hear how I take command. Yeah. Right.

And you gotta think: if he's this much of a dating dumbass before he even asks me out, what would he be like in 3 months? 6 months?

Yes, he asked. And no - no way would I date him. Not after that.

Oh yeah - we were arguing over what airplanes flew across the Atlantic. I said that I've taken 747's before. He said that 747's don't fly to the U.K.

So, I checked my latest plane ticket. I'm on a BA 747 flight.

Dumbass.