Submitted by Kate:
I met Dennis online. We hit it off, and I asked him if he'd be up for meeting on a Friday or Saturday.
He said that he could "pencil me in" on the following Wednesday evening, and he named a place. This place, however, was a bit of a hassle for me to visit on a weeknight, as it was on the other side of the city. I asked him if he'd want to meet in a more central location.
For that, he said that I'd then have to wait a while, as he "didn't have any other openings for the immediate future."
This seemed like a silly thing for me to be hung up on, so I agreed to meet him at the place he specified. "Don't be late," he warned me via e-mail.
The day of the date, he called for two reasons. First was to perfunctorily ask me how I was doing. The second was to tell me, "Be on time, please."
What was with this guy? I valued punctuality, but he seemed a little too hands-on about it. I said I'd be on time. What else do you want?
I made it there well before 6:30, our scheduled meeting time. When I went inside the cafe, I saw that he was already there, speaking to another woman. He didn't notice me, and I didn't think anything of it at the time, but ordered a tea and waited until just before 6:30 to go over to him.
Just before 6:30, she stood up and left. I walked over to him with my tea. He greeted me warmly. I told him that I had made it there early and had waited while he was with his friend. He said, "Oh yeah. She's just someone from work."
Time flew. I had a decent time with him, although he checked his watch every few minutes. After a little while, he glanced at his watch once more and said, "Well, time to wrap things up."
"That was fast. You have to go?" I asked.
He said, "No. You do. I have another date right at 7:30, and it's 7:27. Time to go. I'll call if I'm interested."
He had run it like a job interview. I felt humiliated. Then, I knew exactly what to say:
"I'll answer if I'm interested."
I didn't answer.
Submitted by Kate: