Disastrous Date

Thither was this time I went start on a blind date. OK, non to loftyy blind, because Id met this guy on the Internet, and had sort of seen pictures. But this is back in the day when Internet dating only first kicked murder and digital cameras werent what they are now. Anyway, you get the picture the photos werent that clear. I thought it was a bit weird that when we were corresponding the guy kept on asking how tall I was, making a real big deal out of it. In one email he said he even got out a measuring tape to convert (I only knew in cms and he only knew in feet).Well my question was answered when I arrived (a bit late) at the fancy eatery he had booked for us he was tiny. OK, not that I have a problem with short guys, but Im short for a woman, and he wasnt a lot taller. That and the fact that the guy was old enough to be my grandfather early 60s at least I was in my early 20s. In emails prior to group meeting up hed said he was honest-to-god, but didnt give out any speci fics. I quite like older men, so it wasnt really something on the read/write head of my mind, and I just assumed hed be in the age category I had specified in my profile criteria.Well, let me just say this, theres older men and then theres just old. And this also has a lot to do with how much a guy looks after himself, his dress sense, his outlook on liveliness etc. Dinner was long, drawn out and awkward as hell. We had zero things in common and the guy was really boring and from a totally unalike world and generation to me. He also had this habit of making a sort of hmmmm sound when he looked at me across the table which was totally creepy. Im not sure if it was a nervous tick or if he thought it was a sexy kind of thing to do.At one point I had a brief vision of those small old hands touching my bare skin and I wanted to run out of there screaming. If a virtuoso had told me this I would have said to her, why didnt you just leave? And the thing is it was such a fancy place, wit h the whole three courses, plus little things here and there from the chef, that it just didnt feel right to up and leave after the starters. Also, although we were unsuited to each other, this guy had clearly gone through some deflect to book a nice place and make it special, and I felt it would have been rude to just leave him stranded there.Finally dinner came to an end and I couldnt wait to beat it out of there. Outside he hailed a taxi for me and said in the same weirdly creepy old guy laborious to be sexy voice, You know, I dont have to be up early tomorrow morning, unless of course you want to be my alarm clock? To which I replied (nervously laughing), You know, unluckily I do have to be up early that is, maybe next time. Before beating a hasty retreat. I guess I didnt come off much better in the date either, because I didnt hear from him after that.