I once met a man from an online dating site for a Coke at a local restaurant. His profile said he was an engineer — and I envisioned a well-educated professional. Since I was married to, and normally date, blue-collar guys, I was kind of excited.
When my “date” began his monologue, he told me he was an engineer in a hotel — the guy who fixes things that break. OK.
He also said he had a second job since he was in a bad financial situation and that he worked in the deli at a local grocery store.
Then he kept talking.
He talked and talked and talked and talked some more. I politely smiled and nodded, saying “um hum” and showing interest while he didn’t pause to take a breath. He never once asked me a single thing about myself, so I didn’t get to utter a single sentence.
After 45-60 minutes of non-stop oration, his cell phone (mercifully) rang. He answered and said it was an urgent call from his boss — not on his “real” job at the hotel — but at the BiLo deli. He had to leave immediately to handle a deli emergency … (What? They ran out of ham?)
And I (gleefully) watched him rush away …
So much for my fantasy of enjoying a stimulating conversation with a brainy engineer in a suit and tie. This was more like meeting a man wearing an apron and a plastic deli cap who just returned from a desert island and hadn’t talked to anyone for a month.
When he contacted me to go out again, I declined.
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