Wierd Dealbreakers

The second date I had with a guy, he invited me to his apartment to cook dinner for me. That was very sweet, and I accepted. He'd been divorced for nearly 2 years, and 1 month before I met him he moved from an apartment on the 3rd floor of his building to one on the 1st floor so it would be easier to take his dog out. Fine... no flags about that. Until I got to his apartment.

One of the first things he told me was that in preparation of my arrival he and his son finally set up his bed in his bedroom. ??? He moved *within the same building,* why not just take it down in one apartment and set it up immediately in the new one? Apparently he slept on his couch for a month rather than assemble his bed (a standard bed, nothing complicated looking about it). Okay....

He did not have a table to eat meals from. The apartment had a small dining room area, but no table or chairs. We had to eat with our plates in our laps sitting on the couch. He had a bottle of wine... a nice touch.... but no wine glasses. He poured it into coffee mugs. When he went to get us knives and forks, he opened the kitchen drawer and all the kitchen utensils were just thrown in there. He didn't have one of those separation/organizer things to hold the knives, forks, spoons separately! It took over a minute of rooting around in there to come up with two knives and two forks.

All that combined together was really just too much! How can a guy be that bare-boned about his belongings after a couple of years of being single? Seriously, a trip to Goodwill or a few garage sales could net him a small table + 2 chairs, a set of wine glasses, and a silverware holder for well less than $50.

I've worked hard to have my life together... I need a guy who's got his stuff together better than that!

Now, lest someone feel compelled to make a comment about how I'm shallow and some guys don't come through a divorce with much in the way of belongings... he had other 'dealbreakers,' too. On that second date (when I'm already mentally checking out of what's started up here), he asks me... over a sip of wine in the mug... "So, are you my girlfriend now?" (Ummmm.... NO!)

And this is the guy who, after nearly every comment I made he would punctuate it with "exccelllleeenntt!" in a drawn out inflection. "So how was your drive home?" "It was fine." "Exccellllleeennntt!" I counted him saying "exccelllleeenntt!"12 times in a 5 minute phone conversation.

I honestly don't remember his name. He is forever known in my dating history as Mr. Exccellllleeennntt!

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