Hot Dogs and Daps

Before I can tell you about hanging out with the Mob in Boca this weekend, I need to finish my date story.

So this guy describes himself as half mad-scientist, half political activist--it is nice to talk to someone on my side of the polictial spectrum for once.  He's pretty wealthy, but he seems to be fighting the good fight.  So speaking of fighting, the date itself was full of it.  He was extremely arrogant; I was combative in return.  He had me pegged as a country bumpkin who'd never heard of John Varvatos.  And he kept injecting sexual innuendo into each topic of conversation.  (His first email was of a video of Serge Gainesbourg that ends with his lady friend having an orgasm.  Of course I have never heard of ol' Serge.  Of course DH has, and starts yammering on about Serge's house and Francis Bacon when I tell him about this guy's first email.  The whole video thing was annoying, because if I mentioned anything sexual, arrogant guy would take it as a sign I was interested.  But if I ignore it, I'm an uptight Puritan.  DH thought the guy's hand was well-played because it took him a total of two texts and one email to bring up sex.  DH's male perspective is always right and always the exact opposite of what I'm thinking.)

So, back to my date.  Even though I'm being a bitch, I am enjoying the witty banter.  But if I were a guy, I'd be sick of me.  Or I'd be less arrogant.  But he doesn't let up, so neither do I.  He insists we go see a movie.  It was awful.  Some religious movie about angels going rogue and people turning into monsters.  He is touchy feely the entire date, and I'm wondering if he's going to kiss me.  Now, I have a very competent imagination; but try as I might, I cannot picture myself making out with him.  So I'm thinking this means I don't really like him, I only like talking politics with someone who's a fan of logic.  Oh yeah, I forgot to mention he ate a HOT DOG during the movie.  !!!!  You don't eat a hot dog if you plan on kissing someone, right? 

I say I have to leave the movie and we walk out and neither of us can find our cars.  So now I'm stressed b/c I have to get up really early and it's going to take 20 mins. to get home.  The security guard drives us around and we find my car.  He hops in mine ("surprised it's not a Subaru, since all teachers drive Subarus"), and I drop him off at his car, which is surrounded by teenagers.  He gives me daps as he gets out of the car.  The end.

So I relay all of this to DH and inform him that Daps hasn't called.  I kick myself for being so combative.  Why can't I be nicer?  Why do I care?  He ate a hotdog?   DH says that right now Daps has other options that require less effort, and that he will re-enter the picture once his other options don't pan out.  And sure enough, Daps sent me a text tonight.  I didn't respond.  Thoughts?