Mister Big?

After dealing with a few bad dates and time wasters I decided to venture out and take a walk on the wild side. He messaged me on A4A like so many men have done before except he had actually messaged me before. This time we decided to meet. He offered to treat me to happy hour at Valanni.

The day of our date it was raining and we both ended up being late I was more late than he was. When I arrived he was everything I imagined, tall and handsome but older. He was every bit of a gentleman. We talked about my mother and what was going on with her and then we talked about our jobs and small things like the weather. While talking about his job he explained how his friends said he looked like Mister Big from Sex and the City. I did not see the resemblance but when picturing him in a suit I could see how he could fit the roll.

Later he explained he was a smoker and asked me to join him outside. I found it odd that he would ask me to join him for his cigarette but I figured he was paying and because he insisted I obliged. It was outside that we began to talk about my smoking history. I told him how I had quit several months ago and he talked about how he has tried every way to quit and nothing worked.

The night went on and I just found there not to be any spark. Here I am on a date with a man who is literally 20 years older than me, divorced from his wife, has a 17 year old daughter, a bad 5 year gay relationship and smokes.

Before I knew it he was drunk, the bartender and I both were shocked that he finished an entire bottle of vodka by himself. He denied it but when the check arrived it was evident that this 6’4 man definitely drank a whole bottle. I had to figure out the tip for him. When he went to the bathroom our bartender asked if it was our first date and I told her it was. To which she replied, “He is good sugar daddy material.” I laughed it off but that was exactly it I could not see him as more than a sugar daddy and that was unattractive. He made several comments throughout the night about how he makes a lot of money and could see his daughter and I shopping while he carried the bags.

As we walked out he handed me flowers. He was blatantly drunk and remembered that when he was sober he bought me flowers. I felt completely emasculated it’s one thing to by drinks and appetizers it’s another to just apply Hetero-normatives.

I gave him a pass and told him I would go on a second date with him. I figured he was not used to dating men or was aware of proper etiquette. He being too drunk meant that I had to take SEPTA home, and so I did, carrying a small bouquet of pink and yellow tea roses.