Check, Please

You are on a first date. A drink, a cup of coffee, or maybe dinner. Do you grab the check? Should he? Should one of you grab it and say ,” lets split it?” Here is a very interesting and somewhat controversial topic when it comes to dating. No , not up there with topics like gay marriage or fracking, but when one is dating, these things come up. I mentioned this in a previous blog post, Dutch Treat. I, personally , like the man to pay. Call me old-fashioned, but I have always experienced that, and I am not afraid to say, I like it. Most men, in my experience, don’t even hesitate to pay for the drink , dinner or coffee on the first meet and greet. And if we see each other a few times, it rarely (see blog post mentioned) comes up that I should pay or we should split it. And yes, there are always circumstance we may not know, or feminism at play, or a man who won’t feel like a man if he doesn’t pay. I actually have offered to split the check a couple of times, on the initial meeting, but the men have always insisted on paying. Even my friend in the aforementioned blog post, paid for our drinks on the first meeting. After that, it dwindled. And I noticed. check1 check

It is a personal choice in how to handle this when it arises. is it an age thing? Does it differ with the age of the man or woman? Do women want the man to know they are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves in some cases, or will a man not feel like a man if the woman pays? So many questions. So many opinions.  Take a look at this link from an e-harmony blog. What do you think?

http://www.eharmony.com/blog/2014/07/11/first-dates-pay/?lcid=97107&laid=Links#.U82LsLFW7ZB

The Lure

Dear POF, MATCH, OUR TIME, and probably most of the other dating sites,

Go to any retail store and you find that typical business practice is to lure potential customers in however they can.  Stores will put colorful items up front like candy, festive items, and sparkly displays to lure you in, and then make you walk through the store to find what you need. Walmart, for example,  is notorious for placing things in odd locations, so it isn’t obvious to the customer, to, let’s say, go to household to find light bulbs. No, they want you to walk to the other end of the store, pass every department, and then spend another 15 minutes looking for someone that works there, only to find light bulbs are in automotive. So now you have shopped all over the store and picked up a few things for the cart that you had no intention of buying.

Dating sites lure you in by photos. Some advertise free, but that is to look at a few pictures and if you really want to see someone’s full profile, or, in some cases, be able to message someone, they want you to pay. Fine. This is a business. Just like Walmart or other retail stores where they want your business.

I get advertisements constantly for retail stores and dating sites included. My question is, where are the guys they show me? I walk into Walmart or Target and I see clothes, household items, and  Holiday items and it makes me want to go into those departments.

But on a dating site, I look at these photos, showing me who I can meet and chat with, and when I go in , the old bait and switch is there in black and white. For those of you lucky enough  who have not experienced this concept, or heard of it, here is Wikipedia’s version of the explanation:

Bait-and-switch is a form of fraud used in retail sales but also employed in other contexts. First, customers are “baited” by merchants’ advertising products or services at a low price, but when customers visit the store, they discover that the advertised goods are not available, or the customers are pressured by sales people to consider similar, but higher priced items (“switching”).

So we have POF, or Our Time, to name two,  that use photos. they show us somewhat good looking guys, dressed nicely, big smiles on their faces, and we think, Hell yea. I’m in.

Now I am in and I start looking. Wait. Where is the guy with salt and pepper hair with a fun smile? Why am I seeing someone in his bathroom taking a picture in the mirror? Why do I see a dogs, cars and  shirtless men who shouldn’t be?

I know it is business, and I also know if they put “bathroom man” on the advertisement, or “man with fish”, they would be out of business in an hour. But, we go in. We browse. We shop.

 

Holidays

You love them or hate them. Probably both. How fun to see family. How fun to see family go home.  Everyone knows the stress level of hostesses and guests alike, rise to astronomical levels. Why? Family for one. We love them and yet they drive us mad. Perfection. We all strive for it and very few achieve it. And the cooking. So many dishes to coordinate with baking times and have everything ready at the same time.  Then we set the table and it looks so beautiful. Dishes that were grandmas, that can’t go in the dishwasher. Glasses we use twice a year, that can’t go in the dishwasher. My grandmother’s dishes has individual salt shakers for each place setting. I used them one year, and pretty much everyone said where is the salt? I tried.

Everyday dishes? Sure why not?  Maybe there are no Grandma’s dishes . But do you have enough plates? And the chairs? Do we have enough? How can we fit everyone at the table?

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For years my family had about 22-25 people at Thanksgiving dinner, give or take.  There was always a kid’s table. A long folding one or round kitchen table dragged to the end of the dining room table. All with different tablecloths. It is a holiday. Had to use tablecloths.

At times when we did have 25+ , we added at least two tables to the end of the dining table, and it was sort of like a table train, adding more as we needed it. Grabbing chairs from desks, vanity tables, stools.  I always sat at the kids table when I was a child, and it seems nothing has changed for the kids now. But they love it. They mess around and eat what they want. But do they get grandma’s wedding dishes. Nope. Everyday dishes. Sorry, kids.

We stopped years ago trying for perfection. Sweating in the kitchen for 8 or 9 hours, preparing, cooking, drinking. But who cares. We don’t need the gold rimmed plates, individual salt shakers, or the crystal that is so delicate that I have already broken 6 glasses over the years, just by putting them in the sink to be washed.

Oh we all bitch and moan. Got to drive somewhere, or prepare beds and plenty of snacks to have BEFORE we eat a ridiculously large meal. But we love it. It isn’t family if there isn’t an argument or three. Or complaining. My dad (RIP) used to sit at the table , while we were cooking our asses off, and say when is it going to be ready? He would hold his fork and tap it on the table. Drove me crazy , but I sure do miss that. Meanwhile, cheese and crackers, chips and dips, veggies all are being consumed while they are waiting to eat. My mom (RIP) would want to play backgammon or cards while we were cooking and recruited anyone that wasn’t in the kitchen helping

This year we are down to 10 people. I feel sad about that. Sure it was always a fiasco when 25 of us got together in one house. And loud. Understatement.. New York Jewish family. Quiet is not a thing. And any guests would sit in shock for a while, and then most would jump right in. You wanted to eat, you had no option. When in Rome……

But this year Mom and dad are gone, others are not joining us for various reasons. I can’t say it will be quiet, but it will sound that way., compared to years gone by.

But it is family and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

WHO ARE YOU REALLY?

This week a coworker of mine was sentenced to 3 years in prison, 32 years suspended. And a year probation. He had been under house arrest for almost a year, after spending months in the county jail.

The charges are possessing and distributing child pornography.

Over a year ago, in February 2017, police came to our office building, went into his office ( 2 doors down from mine),and 15 minutes later, escorted him out. I was in his office when the state police showed up, arranging a meeting we were going to have that afternoon. I was asked, with merely a look and a nod from one of the officers to leave. I did without needing to be told twice. They all drove away and that was the last we saw of him.

The police did return the following day and seize his computer from his office. Apparently when they had gone to his home with him, they found his home computer, phone and a camera set up in the living room to watch kids play outside and record them. Evidently, they needed all the devices he had access to.

I cannot describe the disbelief on everyone’s faces. And, of course, there were the questions and rumors flying around.

No one had any idea. Initially we thought they came and got him because his elderly mother must have fallen ill or, maybe fell down. Or maybe his alcoholic sister had crashed and killed herself or someone. None of these are good reasons, but child porn was the absolute last thing on our minds.

The next day, he was fired. Still no explanation to anyone.
We all started searching online . Took a bit of time, but found out he had over 20 child pornography charges.

Yes, he was now in the local county jail in the county he had been living in. He pleaded guilty to all charges. In the end, half were dropped. Apparently, he had been perusing child porn sites and the police were doing a sting in the area. Lo and behold, they traced his IP address and found him.

My heart went out to his Mom and sister. He was basically their caretaker. Visiting when he could and helping around the house . His mom was 86 at the time, and now in 100% denial. Claiming false charges, he was set up, I am sure he only looked once, and on and on. It was sad and we needed to give her time to absorb the shock. I cannot imagine her grief then, and even more so now with his sentencing.

A few of us who were closer to him then the rest of the office, were asked by his mother, for a character reference letter for the courts. I agonized over this. His moral character was in the gutter at this point in my opinion, but I agonized because I wanted to do it for his mother. She was in pain and thought this would help him. But I couldn’t. I could not write what a great guy he was and how helpful and caring he was. Not when he is looking at child porn and videotaping children. One person did, but I could not agree to it.
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I, as well as others who considered him a friend, felt so betrayed. And more so duped. A man who we thought of as a good guy. A man who always offered to help when someone asked. We chatted many hours over the course of the 20 years I knew him as a friend and co-worker.
But, a man who, in his own words, was attracted to young girls between 6-12.
Moved to a family oriented community. A man in his 50’s and never married or in a serious relationship. Never dated. Good with kids. Kids called him Uncle. A man who joined a community theater. All individually, not bad things. But now that we know his “other side” it all made sense.

Hiding a complete side of your self takes talent, or is it manipulation? To never suspect or even get an inkling of any kind to me is astonishing. You ask yourself, how could I not know? How could I have not seen signs? But when you are not looking, you won’t see them. And why would you be looking? People always said he was a bit odd. How odd? Just someone who would be nice quite often, and then suddenly stop speaking to you with no explanation. Someone who offered to help, yet kept to himself. But really, does that translate to the crimes he committed?

Clearly, there are other sides to everyone. You see people at work, in their work mode, and work behavior. They get home and shed the work persona and become, mom, or dad, or roommate. But do you ever wonder what other personas they become when work person is done for the day? I didn’t, but I sure do now.

You Are Stupid

Not sure this is something I should be proud of, but for the first time I have been blocked by a user. Some may think that is not a positive thing, but I think it could be.

So, Mr Blocker sent me a message asking how my day is going. “Fine,” I answered. “And yours?”

He responds with, “Here is my number so we can email and text, cos i don’t get on here very often. ”

If this was my first rodeo, I may have had a fleeting thought to respond. But I wrote back, yes, in my haste, “Stop scamming people with these lines and get off this dating site”. I also told him I had seen this line too many times to count, Especially with “cos” being used, not to mention ‘I am not on here too often.’

Heard back a few days later and he told me “You are stupid. You will be single forever and will never meet anyone. You are stupid. “

Was that a curse he put on me? I didn’t feel any different. Do you feel a curse when it is cast? We will have to wait to see if it holds.  I could tell him I have been single longer than I was married, but, wait, I can’t!

 

Call me stupid once, but not twice.  Of course I had a comeback, but I WAS BLOCKED. And I became indignant. How dare he not let me get my last 2 cents in! But I had more to say. I did type them, but then I got the fateful message BLOCKED. You see, the main problem was, that I was going to write one last thing and then block him. He beat me to it.

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Of course, I then second guessed myself. Was he legit? Was I hasty in assuming he was another scammer? I guess I will never know, but I am OK with it. But I still wish I could say just one more thing.

 

HE GOT LEGS

 

Riddle me this batman. What do we make of a guy who won’t answer simple questions?

His picture shows only his legs.
The angle of sitting on a couch with your feet up on an ottoman while wearing shorts. (nice legs by the way)
Starts off by commenting on one of my pics and asks, “ so do you get romantic too? Caught me in a playful mood, so I said “ I can be”

He says “let’s go for a test drive, Darling”

In my head I am picturing a rugged, sexy guy, dark hair, 6’2” with a slight drawl, maybe a tilted cowboy hat, who actually leaves off the G in darling, because darlin’ sounds so much better. I snap out of my fantasy thinking and said “Not without more information.”

rugged

See? that works.

His profile has very, very minimal information. As in “I am a good guy and I have a great sense of humor.” That, my dear man, is not enough for me.

Now we move on to ‘Babe’. He says, “Well babe, I’m an IT guy with a great sense of humor”
I mention “all I see are legs”, legs  and he comes back with “and you can see it all.” BE still my heart.

He then offers his email address and says, “I will send you a pic”
RED FLAG alert. Not like there weren’t 12 before this one.

I sort of had enough BS at this point, so I asked why he wasn’t posting a pic on the site. “Married?”, I asked him.
Comes back with an “LOL no divorced. Want to get together?”

I reiterate my original thoughts. “ My original question remains. Why the mystery? I need more than a pair of legs to go on.”

Are you wondering why I am still encouraging this? Me too.

So, in his brilliance he comes back with, “LOL understand darling. Here is my email and I can send you a picture back babe.”
This is serious now. Darling and babe in the same message.

My reply, “ well BABE, you still haven’t answered anything I asked and I am not switching to email”

“I’m just going to email you a pic…darling . We will still text on the site so let me know when you are ready. You will enjoy yourself.” ( I guess he figures this Babe can’t figure out that no matter what is sent, he will still have my email)

No I did not respond. No I am not going to. A simple, hey I have a high profile job in DC and cannot post pictures, or my boss is also on dating sites and I don’t want her to see my pictures, may have extended the chat. The annoying BS of never answering my direct questions and repeating the same lines did not work for me. I bet they weren’t even his legs.

Lunch, Anyone?

I am back in the saddle. A pony saddle. More like a merry go round with a strap to hold me in. I am checking profiles, getting messages. But really, the scammers are still in the forefront. I swear I must be a magnet. I know I have said this before, but come on. They can’t all navigate to my profile, can they?

You know, the usual, “I can’t wait to read from you”, and “here is my phone number and my email address. So we can keep in touch and send photos”
My new responses are “SPAM and SCAM”. Then a report, and a block . Seems I am a bit tired of these types.

On another note, the other day I was chatting with one guy, whose opening line was “we must have lunch.” Alright then. I asked him why he was so adamant about having lunch and he said because we need to meet and we will have lunch. Forceful little fellow, isn’t he? I told him, sure we can meet. My idea was a coffee, but I figured I can manage a lunch instead. We don’t live super close, so I mentioned I work full time in another town separate from here I live, so it may be hard to figure out unless it is a weekend. His response was, well I work full time too but one has to eat, right? OK I will give him that.

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Whenever I am going to meet for a meal with someone I don’t know, or have barely met, I need to mention that I have Celiac disease. (Celiac disease is a serious autoimmune disorder that can occur in genetically predisposed people where the ingestion of gluten leads to damage in the small intestine. It is estimated to affect 1 in 100 people worldwide.) 

This makes it a challenge to find a place to eat that is safe for me, especially in small towns. Not every small town place is on the gluten free bandwagon in a serious enough manner for me to try it. Even larger cities are a challenge. That is another post for another time.

In response, he sends me a title of a book, The Tao of Health, Sex, and Longevity. He says he lives by it. That’s great. To each his own, but that still doesn’t let me pop into any restaurant and eat.

(Here is the link for those who want to check it out. You may even get a lunch in the process)

I am not dismissing the idea of following a TAO way of living, nor am I indicating that this is not a good way of living. But celiac is celiac, and if I could avoid hot soup, and eat spicy chilis, and get rid of this, I would give it a try. So I told him thanks, I would take a look at this sometime. (No i haven’t bought it, but that is just me.)

His next line is , “so when is lunch?” I responded with, “well we just need to figure that out” He then says ,”It is.”

Sometimes I feel lost in the forest!

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No I didn’t say it out loud, but, I was thinking , why is this conversation getting painful? It should be really easy. I said “What is?” Lunch?”

And he says….. “I love your hair. It is to die for?”What

See what I mean about being lost in the forest? My first reaction. Step away from the messaging. Nope. I said “why?”. He said short red hair. (p.s. Mine is brown) I basically told him that and he said “it’s ok. That works too”.
I didn’t respond right away, because he was slowly losing me. and I get, “perhaps I can run my fingers through it.”

Perhaps we are done. I wanted to ask would that be before or after lunch? I didn’t. I didn’t say much except I need to get to sleep. He said “nite, ” and that, my friends, is all she wrote!

I think I will stay lost in the forest. Nuts and berries are gluten free.

BIRTHDAYS ARE OUR FRIEND

I just had a birthday.birthday-cake-cupcakes-3title As in yesterday.  One candle for safety. Don’t want to bother the fire department.

I am only saying this because I am, at a point in my life, where I have decided it is best to go backwards in age. Oh, I really am embracing it. Nothing wrong with pretending I am a different number to ease the pain of inching up into my 60’s. I know I am not going down the Botox route or face lift route. I have decided I will embrace my age and go with it. But, doesn’t subtracting every year, sound so much more appealing? We all know time marches on, and the aging process will keep happening. Even if you get a tuck here and a tuck there, time is still marching, whether you want to see it or not.

I am chicken anyway. My fear is I would decide to eliminate some wrinkles and something would go wrong and I would be scarred for life.

Physically and mentally. I know it happens, and I also know there are thousands that have good results. But I also know that once you start, there is no stopping. And having a smooth face that doesn’t match your hands or neck, eventually looks just plain silly and so very obvious
(apologies to all who go the other route)

A friend whom I reconnected with on Facebook , who I hadn’t seen in over 35 years, asked me if I had “work done.”. I happened to be having a deck put in at the time and that is where my brain was. I thought it odd she would know about my deck, since we had only been catching up on what we had been up to for the last 30+ years. Where do you live? What have you been doing? Married? Single? Kids? It took me minutes to realize she meant my face! “Why do you ask?” , I said to her. She said , “Well you look great. I just had to ask you.” I won’t deny that made me feel really good. Then, in true form of woman to woman I checked out her pics and realized she definitely was not embracing her age, which is the same as mine. No I didn’t ask her. It was painfully obvious she had indulged….often. So I politely, and with hidden glee, said oh thanks that is so nice of you to say.

And in helping me embrace my age, a guy on a dating site started a conversation with me. He was younger, but only late in the previous decade, or so I thought. UNTIL he informed me he lied about his age, because the dating site wouldn’t let him look at older women and message them if he desired. So, subtract about 15 years from what he said, which now puts him in the previous decade, and there we have it. About a 30 year difference, which put him at just about the same age as my daughter.

I gently declined. I know I could have embraced that, but , you know, I think i am finally moving forward, and flattered as I am, 30 years is more that I can and want to deal with.

Truth is, I am hoping for many more birthdays. Many more wrinkles. And secretly, (not really) 40 year olds to keep asking.

Adjectives, Adverbs and Other Excuses

 

It seems months ago I made an excuse about falling off the grid. Not that I didn’t fall off. I did. In fact, I jumped. I used all sorts of words to describe my state of being. Frustrated. Depressed. Annoyed. Fed up. Aloofness.
But I remained that way for a long while. I would think to myself, I should sit down and write. Or maybe even go online. But I wouldn’t or couldn’t. I asked myself why? I asked myself why I didn’t care? No one answered. Just kept not caring.

Sure, I didn’t realize at the time I was not caring . It wasn’t hard to do. Just simply stop doing a few things. Mostly dating, and writing, and basic productivity. Oh, I went through my daily life enjoying it, just not about the 3 things I just mentioned. Worked, played, friends, family. Traveled some and shopped too. But the above mentioned stuff, no thanks. I wanted no part of it. I knew I needed a break, but kept thinking, oh it will pass. I’ll write tomorrow. Or the next day. Or maybe in 9 months. Turns out, as we can all see, I didn’t do it at all.
When it came to dating or attempting to date, I decided I was done. Didn’t even go online to check sites, or views or messages. I even got some automated messages from varying sites telling me my profile was going to disappear if I didn’t click or swipe ASAP. Didnt intimidate me. I ignored it.

One day I sat down to discuss with my therapist about me not caring. I explained it wasn’t my life or my family I didn’t care about, it was something I couldn’t put my finger on. After a brief discussion, when he asked if I was dating, I realized, well no, I am not, nor am I trying to or worrying about it in any capacity. I then used the word apathetic. Like a ton of bricks, it hit me that I was apathetic. (This is where the therapist smiles because you figured it out yourself.) DICTIONARY.COM tells us it is “showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern.” Didn’t that encompass it all! I realized it was consuming me. Apathy everywhere. I wasn’t even using exclamation points when I messaged or commented. Happy birthday to someone was a simple statement. No enthusiasm for their special day. Just 2 words with no extras.

In the discussion with Dr. P, I  wondered if the medication I had started about a year ago could be affecting me. I told him also that I had mentioned to my PCP (primary care physician, in case acronyms are not your thing.) I really didn’t give a shit about a lot of things. I ignored that too. It was a calming medication. So calm, I didn’t care much. It took me a while to think, “I wonder if this medication is messing with me?” It was. I told my PCP that I thought I should stop taking it. She told me it can also cause weight gain, which I had complained about as well. Of course, she had to throw in the age factor and metabolism and the fact it gets harder every decade to lose any weight unless one starves oneself. But that’s another story in itself. That alone  gave me the incentive to stop taking it. So I did. Took a few weeks since one has to ease off. The thing is, it kept me from getting agitated and stressed about things. But I decided to want to feel and care so there was my choice. The good news is the therapy is supposed to help me with the agitation and stress and hopefully I will not go back to the meds. I am an emotional being and I do not like ‘not feeling.’ I also don’t like snapping at people and stressing over insignificant things or things I cannot change, but time will tell.
I am back to writing. I went on a dating site or two again, and began moving forward.
Of course one of the first messages I received when I did go back on, was that I left an apostrophe off the word “cant” in my profile. I thought of my therapist sitting on my shoulder and DID NOT write back “ I guess you don’t get many dates with that opening line?” What I did write was, “ well you missed the word “lets” because I left the apostrophe off of that one too.
OK, OK so I have lots of work ahead of me.

BE SAFE OUT THERE

https://www.yahoo.com/news/first-date-success-second-date-160253821.html

Not that I am paranoid, which I am, but these stories scare me. I think they should scare everyone . It is good to keep on alert, but in this case, the poor guy was just trying to have a second date. Truly, if you thought every time you communicated with someone on a dating site, this could happen, most of us would immediately stop. I say most would stop, though we always have those that think, ‘it won’t happen to me, I am always careful.’ Or ‘it won’t happen to me, they is just stuff you hear about.’

Keeping in mind, women are always told to be super careful and vigilant, which of course is sound advice.  You too men! This story  is about a man who is murdered after meeting a woman online. Everyone needs to be vigilant. Lots of bad people out there. And yes, good ones too,, but the bad ones surface far too often.

I have recently listened to the podcast, Dirty John. A fascinating true crime story, that involves, among other things,  people meeting people on dating sites. Unbeknownst to the woman involved, he is a con man, manipulator, control freak, and maybe a murderer. (you need to listen to it) . He is identified as both a sociopath and a psychopath. What a great combo. This guy has some resume of dating.  The woman in this story is well-to-do, attractive and somewhere in her 40’s or 50’s.  She falls for him hard and seems to be so desperate  for a good, loving relationship, which he makes her believe she is getting. I don’t want to get into details, because many may have not listened to this involved, crazy story, but it sure makes you wake up and think, wow, this could be anyone.

It is hard to weed out the bad apples in the bunch, but men like Dirty John, put on the facade of a great guy, fun to be around. There were red flags galore, but sadly the woman dismissed them and did not listen to the concerns of her family.

I have written other posts about red flags, which unfortunately, many men on these sites have thrown out during the getting to know phase. Getting out in time would be the key!

A friend of mine in her 30’s, dated someone she was really starting to like. She listened to the Dirty John podcast, and after the first couple of episodes ,she said “ Oh my god, they could be talking about my ex.” Made her thankful she broke it off when she did and, of course, wary of continuing online dating. I think because she recognized his behavioral traits quickly, it did not discourage her completely.

Maybe I have become cynical over the years but I would rather be safe than sorry. Just a cautionary tale to be SAFE out there!

 

Don’t Text and Date

http://www.stuff.co.nz/entertainment/film/92693422/Man-sues-date-for-texting-during-Guardians-of-the-Galaxy-Vol-2

I imagine there will be conflicting thoughts and opinions on this news story.  But really you can’t make up these things.

Suing, in my humble opinion, is not the answer.   I am sure this guy is trying to make a point and feels he has been wronged. He met her on a dating site, so let’s assume they do not know each other well. Maybe a movie isn’t your best choice then, and having dinner or drinks would have been better. Though, he may have sued her for more money if she did it during a nice dinner. And then add in the wine. He could make a killing!

Clearly, they are not on the same page. Now, being the first date, she would not know that texting in a movie theater is a major pet peeve of this guy. Unless, of course, he did mention it before they actually met.   And he, of course, would not really know her habits, annoying or otherwise. But, as a woman in her mid thirties, you have got to know that is a very annoying thing to do in a theater. It is one of my pet peeves too in case you missed this point.

I do think this guy needs to bite the bullet and realize his loss. Everyone has bad dates at some point. I think it is quite tacky to ask your date for the money back after they both realized it was not going to be a good night.

But I do agree with the annoyance of texting in a movie theater.  Excuse yourself, text your friend who is crying on the phone to you, that you are on a date, at a movie, and you will respond later.  Also, if your date asks you to stop because he is telling you it is a pet peeve of his, and makes him upset, then stop.

One news source said the guy stated she texted 20 times. The woman says it was 3.

Who know who is correct in their numbers. To him it could have seemed like 20 times  and in her head, it was just a few. Either way, don’t do it. It is annoying to your date and everyone around you.

All I could think of was the story of the guy and his wife in a movie theater who was texting home to say goodnight to his 3-year-old daughter, and someone shot and killed  him in the theater after arguing about it. And that was only during the previews, I believe. Crazy. No, you don’t know how people will react. I wish that guy and his wife had just moved their seats to watch the movie, but they didn’t. Nor did the guy with the gun.  Instead, it built up and escalated. Why did he have a gun in a theater? That is for another discussion.

Well that is ending on a depressing note.

Really, the bottom line is, I don’t like rude people either. But they are everywhere and date or otherwise, it will happen. Move on. There will be others, some rude, some not. Can’t sue every one of them, can we?