Sensitivity Counts
January 27th, 2005
A few summers ago I had an “afternoon” Jdate. When we met, I was a little taken aback by his array of gizmos strapped to his belt. Cell phone, pager, who knows what else. Not like he was a doctor or anything–he was a music teacher!
Anyway, we were going to a free (harbinger, free) outdoor concert. It was really hot out and we got there early. He asked me if I’d like to get a drink first, so I agreed. I figured we’d go to a bar across the street and grab a cocktail. Nope, he took me to a bodega and bought me a Poland Spring.
At the concert, it appeared obvious to me that there was no connection and we didn’t have much to talk about. I mentioned my step dad and family and he mentioned his family. He asked if my parents were divorced and I said told him that my father passed away when I was young. So after the concert he asked me if I wanted to get a drink. I was brave and agreed again.
We went to a bar in my neighborhood. He ordered his drink and paid for it. So I just kinda sat there. Then I ordered myself a drink and paid for it. There was an awkward silence and then he asked, “So how’d your dad die?” So rude and totally inappropriate!
Needless to say, I never went out with him again. And now I have an answer for any guy who asks me that in such an audacious way- “My mom shot him because he asked too many stupid questions.”
Anyway, we were going to a free (harbinger, free) outdoor concert. It was really hot out and we got there early. He asked me if I’d like to get a drink first, so I agreed. I figured we’d go to a bar across the street and grab a cocktail. Nope, he took me to a bodega and bought me a Poland Spring.
At the concert, it appeared obvious to me that there was no connection and we didn’t have much to talk about. I mentioned my step dad and family and he mentioned his family. He asked if my parents were divorced and I said told him that my father passed away when I was young. So after the concert he asked me if I wanted to get a drink. I was brave and agreed again.
We went to a bar in my neighborhood. He ordered his drink and paid for it. So I just kinda sat there. Then I ordered myself a drink and paid for it. There was an awkward silence and then he asked, “So how’d your dad die?” So rude and totally inappropriate!
Needless to say, I never went out with him again. And now I have an answer for any guy who asks me that in such an audacious way- “My mom shot him because he asked too many stupid questions.”
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