I don’t know where to begin, or how to effectively write this blog post so that it will accurately depict the true shit-show of a date I had the other night.
Last Friday night I met up with a new Tinder-prospective at a downtown bar in Newton. I walked into the crowed bar a few minutes early, I sat down and ordered a glass of red wine. About five minutes later Eli walked in behind me. He came in wearing a light blue Polo (about two sizes too small), skinny jeans and a clean-shaven face. He introduced himself and sat down and ordered a hot tea. He didn’t ask how I was doing or how my day was, the first thing he asked how I was “feeling”. How are you feeling? Multiple times, complete with weird hand gestures. Instantaneously, in that moment I knew we weren’t compatible.
I said I was FEELING fine. The conversation from there took an immediate nose-dive; it went a little something like this…
Eli: “I want to talk to you about something. I want to talk to you about abortion.”
Me: “I don’t really want to talk about abortion”
Yes, this is exactly how this conversation began, two minutes into meeting each other.
Eli: “I want to talk to you about abortion. We need to talk about it. We, as a society, are not talking about it as much as we should be.”
Me: “I really don’t think this is the place or the time.”
Eli: “The conversations are out there on social media, but people are not having the discussions face to face and it isn’t right.”
Me: “Maybe because people don’t feel comfortable sharing their beliefs out in the open.”
Instead of him dropping the topic, he demanded we have the conversation. He demanded to know my feelings, despite how uncomfortable and unwilling I was to share them. This bickering went back and forth for probably about 10 minutes, 10 minutes too long.
He made up a story about how, if he and his pretend girlfriend were pro-choice, then they became pregnant, then the government recently decided for them that they couldn’t have an abortion how upset he would be. I suggested if it affected him so deeply he should consider condoms.. (let’s be honest this guy isn’t getting laid anytime soon anyways).
At this point I dropped my credit card on the bar to cash out
He said he shouldn’t have to wear condoms or worry about pregnancy because it “isn’t life”. I told him when there is an existing, beating heart something is considered alive. He responded with, “that’s your opinion.”
Now we are in a full blown fight over a topic I was adamant I didn’t want to discuss in the first place.
In that moment, I picked up my debit card (drink unpaid for), called him an idiot, and walked out.
I walked back to my car and drove off. A few minutes later he texted me to declare that it was “rude” to leave him with wine tab, and ended with “goodnight!”.
This was easily the most offensive date I’ve even been on. From the moment this guy walked into the bar, my feelings were completely disregarding. This is someone who works for himself and likely doesn’t have a lot of person-to-person contact. I believe the sole purpose for meeting me was to start some political debate, and get some kind of gratification that he can’t get sitting in his living room staring at a computer screen. It was so disgusting and I hope in my travels I never bump into this nutcase again.
Look out Newton, Eli is out there looking for midnight teas and conversations about abortions!