Submitted by Jackie:
Dan was unlike any guy I've ever dated before. Most guys I've met from online sites came across as nervous or "putting up a front." From the get-go, Dan was a shoot-from-the-hip, tell-it-like-it-is with no apologies kind of guy, and I liked it.
Our first date was at a bar & grill. He asked me, "Are your online dates anything to write home about?"
I said, "Not really. Everyone's way too uptight."
"Fuck 'em," he replied.
Crude but right to the point. It was refreshing.
I asked him, "You're into welding, right?"
"Hell yes. I weld everything."
"What's your favorite thing to weld?"
Prior to this, he had linked me to his online sculpture portfolio. Some of his projects were over twenty feet tall and had to be taken apart to be moved from place to place. I was impressed. How unusual!
He invited me to his local studio after dinner, and I accepted the invite. We arrived inside a large workspace that looked like a tornado had slashed through a scrapyard.
The date went downhill from here in a hurry, though. He opened up some crates and looked inside.
"What the fuck are these?" he asked, then repeated the question.
I asked him what was wrong. He didn't answer but picked up a phone, dialed a number, waited a bit, and shouted, "What the fuck did you send me, Hal? I asked for kegs! These are like mini kegs or something. I wanted actual size kegs! What the fuck did you send me? Call me back now."
He hung up. His language wasn't anything unusual. It was his tone that changed, and it was nasty. He dialed what I figured out was the same number again, and again, he left a similar message on poor Hal's machine. Then again. And again.
Dan looked up a me and said, "Sorry. This might take a while. Maxing out his voicemail is the only way he'll get back to me. Might be an hour of this. Look around if you want to."
Was I expecting him to be compassionate? Maybe, and my expectations of him were probably too high. Still, I hope that he got the kegs he wanted. He didn't end up getting me.
Submitted by Jackie: