bunk

so a couple of weeks ago, i answered an ad on craigslist. and that same night, went out on a blind date with the guy from the ad.

it went ok. we met at deep eddy cabaret, had a couple of beers, had a decent conversation. and he was cute.

anyway. we keep in touch, and we go on another date last sunday.

and this, my friends, is when things take a turn for the worse.

while i still think he's a nice guy, and we can possibly be friends, yeah, i cannot date him. he does not have his shit together. at. all.

he had kind of hinted to such on our first date. but didn't go into it. just said, yeah, his last roommate was psycho. he's sleeping on a friend's couch. just got a new job.

so last sunday, i found out the reasons behind such.

(oh, and before i go any further, he was a katrina evacuee, one of the people who actually stayed in new orleans in his house until he had to be rescued.)

the last, psycho roommate started taking over their house. then threatened to kill his dog. via a note left on the fridge. so my date goes to said roommate's room, threatens to kill him if he goes near his dog. yeah. apparently, an hour later, cops are there to arrest him. similar instances happen over the next several months, which involve him going in and out of jail. so that started in march and ended in august. so he spent a large majority of this year in jail.

yeah.

so the friend's couch he's sleeping on. not so much a couch. he has some friends who are opening up a bar. so he's staying in the bar, and works on it during the day when he's not working.

yeah.

and the new job? he just started it a couple of weeks ago. his birth certificate and most of his forms of ID went missing while he was in jail.

yeah.

i know how to pick 'em, eh?

oh, but it gets better. he hates non-gay bars. which is the exact opposite of me. since i choose where we went for the first date, he chose the location of the second. he chose the cockpit. and i couldn't have felt more uncomfortable while he was as relaxed as a, as a, as someone really relaxed. (hey, i'm on my first cup of coffee; don't judge my lack of creative metaphors and such.) he said that he felt really uncomfortable at deep eddy. that he could just feel everyone looking at us and thinking "look at the gay guys." to which i responded with "really?" i love deep eddy because it's so completely laid back and divey. and hell, i've had several successful first dates there. (and i use successful as in dates that led into another date.) so that made me wonder if our first date had been successful or not. i mean, it seemed like he spent so much time thinking about what the other people in the bar were thinking about then focusing on me.

whatever. i guess the same happened to me on the second date, because all i could keep focusing on were the other guys in the bar whispering and staring or pointing in our direction. and the way the bartender kept on flirting with my date. and seriously? $2.25 for a lonestar?

anyway. he and i were supposed to hang this past monday or tuesday, but i never called or e-mailed him, and he didn't contact me. so maybe he's lost interest. maybe he's in jail again. who knows.

why can't cokie be gay? sigh.