My Dating Revelations

So, I met this guy named Paul. That should have been the first clue it would never work out. I've dated too many "Pauls" already that just did not work out for various reasons. But I decided to go on a date with him because he was a nice guy and we had good talks about Bible doctrine and thought, well, I'll give it a shot.

Mistake!

Well, first of all, when he found out I have a pet rottwieler, he told me "those dogs are too dangerous. No one should have one of them". Of course I told him he was wrong and that any dog could be dangerous depending on how the dog is trained but he was insistent that rottweilers are just too dangerous to have as pets and under NO circumstances should anyone have one. (At this point I found some time to call Kristin to have her call me later to rescue me).

Later in our evening we started to talk about music. He asked what I liked and so I mentioned the Violet Burning to which he replied (very enthusiastically) "Oh! So you like CCM!"

Naturally, I was appalled and quickly let him know that The Violet Burning is hardly CCM. He again tried to tell me why I was wrong; I told him why I was right. THEN he ACTUALLY told me that their first album was their best and that they went downhill from there!

Are you kidding me???

I can understand if someone has not heard of The Violet Burning. That is not a requirement. BUY to know who they are and to actually think that CHOSEN was their best album is a COMPLETELY different story. He did not agree that the self titled and "Plastic" were obviously their best, even though PRITZL is embarrassed by Chosen.

That said it all.

(Lola agreed with me when I told her about it later)

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So, last night I went out to dinner with a bunch of people after 20Something. While we were waiting for our table, one of the guys noticed the diamond ring I was wearing on my right hand and asked me if I was married. I laughed at him and said "NO! It's on my right hand. This was my Grandmom's engagement ring." So, he informed me that guys do not know that. They assume that a diamond ring on a finger means married or engaged, regardless of the hand. So I laughed and said, "maybe that's why I can't get a date" and took the ring off and put it in my wallet.

When we got our table the waiter took our drink orders and Shaun swears the waiter and I were flirting and claimed it was because I was not wearing "the ring". Honestly, I was just being myself but I will let him believe what he wants.

As the rest of our party arrived, he and I informed them about what was going on with "the ring" and all of the guys agreed with Shaun! One of them actually asked if it made a difference if the girl was right or left handed!

So now, as difficult as it is, I decided not to wear my Grandmom's engagement ring. Maybe I can save it for when I become engaged and have that be my engagement ring.

Oh, and that entire night everyone at the table teased me about flirting with the waiter and everytime they needed something they made me get his attention. I really was not intentionally flirting.