The "Ginger"

On this "go-around" of dating I have decided to give ALL types (looks wise) a chance. Besides Michael, I have always gone for the baby-faced all american looking guy. It's fair to give anyone a chance at least once. After all, I'm just meeting a "friend" for a friendly drink or a dinner that they'll most likely pay for anyway right? What's there really to lose except some precious time out of my day. So... I decided to meet "Ginger" (he has red hair for those of you that don't know) out for drinks during the week. Drinks on a week night - you would think it would be pretty harmless, right. So...we meet at the flying saucer in Fort Worth. I show up about twenty minutes before he does and grab a beer, so that's OK but as he pulls up in his ORANGE charger with a black racing stripe he starts complaining and says, "if I have to pay for parking when the lot is full I am gonna be pissed." This was my first inclination that my night might not go so well. Well since there was no parking, we decided to go to a Mexican restaurant that was recommended by a "friend" i had just met at the bar. It was decent food, but I must say the waiter was more interesting than my date. He goes country dancing on the weekends and wears boots so I asked him if he ever wears a cowboy hat too. He says, "well the ladies I have dated in the past have always said my hair was much too pretty to cover up" Wow. So he started bragging about how much money he made, how he loves his job, how he was a high school "star" with numerous awards (although it happened 17 years ago) As we're looking at the menu he says, "so do you want your own thing - or do you want to split something. How hungry are you?" Really? So of course I said we could split something. We talk about more boring things - all about himself and how wonderful he is while asking no questions about me at all. (asshole) Then the bill comes(I truly hate this part of the date) He stares at it awkwardly and so I say, "would you like for me to pay for half?" He says, "up to you..." Of course I did then, put the whole meal on my credit card and he proceeds to give me cash. At this point I was fuming. We SPLIT a meal, and he couldn't even pick up the bill while he was bragging about how much money he made. UGH! So finally we leave the restaurant and I tell him I can find my way to my car myself. I stick out my hand for a handshake. And he said, "That's all I get?" Yes, buddy that's all you get. He said he would like to see me again. Well, of course he would he gets to talk about himself the whole time and doesn't have to pay for a full meal. Hmmm.. I wonder why he is still single.