#8 Worst Date

This bad date I walked into knowingly. A guy I worked with was dubbed "the one-upper" by the other salespeople in his area. Every time something would come up in conversation this guy felt the need to interject that he had "been there, done that" before the others, or more than the others. No one really liked him, but his pompousness was amusing to me. Fortunately for me, I didn't have to listen to him often because I didn't work directly with him. Generally speaking, I tend to give off a vibe that makes guys feel like I don't put up with a lot of crap. For some reason, this guy didn't get the memo. Even though he was the type with the fragile ego that constantly needed boosting, he was under the impression that the two of us would be a good pair. He was wrong. Very wrong. I had to indulge him once simply because I was perplexed by what attracted him to me. Did I seem like I would put up with the constant boasting? Did he feel like I was beneath him? Where did the attraction stem from? We went out on a Friday night. He took me to dinner and a movie. The entire time I smiled and nodded. The constant onslaught of ridiculousness was overwhelming. I learned that according to my date, his skin was somehow superhuman because tanning was "healthy" for him (perhaps his ego could somehow ward off skin cancer too?). He also "enlightened" me to how it is impossible to lose fat without ridding your body of all its water first (how 1980s is that notion? aerobics in plastic sweatsuits anyone?). Inside I was laughing and hoping for the night to end quickly simultaneously. Ironically, I never quite figured out why "the one-upper" was in to me, but my fascination ended that evening. Never again. Seriously.