Picture Perfect

Yesterday I had a first date with a tall, dark, handsome man (according to his pictures). When I met him I found out that the pictures were a bit outdated. Aside from being tall he was also chubby, and fairly unattractive. This guy is a math teacher, and completely fits the stereotypes that go along with that vocation. Mr. Math still lives with his parents at 30 years old, and sees no reason to pay rent when he can buy his own place in a few years. Conversation with him was kept going by a major feat on my part that left me tired after only 90 minutes. I kept finding ways to glance at his watch. When dates go well time usually flies by. This time the minutes trudged along slowly, wading through the vast expanse of forced conversation. Mr. Math is certainly not going to be my next boyfriend. I hope the other 2 are far better for me than this one.