Too old? You're older than me!

On a date with this guy who is older than me, not too old, just about 5 or 6 years older than me which is completely fine but he had it in his head that he was an ever improving spring chicken. Then had the audacity to say I am old. We went to dinner even after I suggested lunch, he insisted on dinner. No problem. We met at the restaurant, he insisted both of us get the rib eye steak because it is his favorite. He thought I would just love it because it is "really good here". Over dinner we talk about the typical things what we enjoy to do in our free time. Now you know I was waiting for fishing to come up because it has to. I think it is a law with the locals that you must fish. Men around here just have to kill something.

His thing is camping (which includes fishing). He tells me that he camps about two months out of the year at least. "Really?! Why?" I thought was an obvious question and a logical one. Apparently he didn't. "You don't like camping?" He says as if I was the only person on the planet who said that. "No, I don't do the creepy crawly bug thing." I replied. At which point he stupidly and arrogantly stated with a mouthful of half chewed cow tipping out of his lips, "You're too old for me if you don't like to go camping." I darted back with a taste of my drink and replied, "You are older than me. How can you say I am too old?!" "I like to go camping and if you don't like to than I think your just to old in your mind." was his infantile attempt to back his sophomoric opinion. "Um, I prefer to have electricity, food, and a clean working toilet. My desire for sanitary conditions has nothing to do with age." My silent internal discussion of how much of a half wit congested tart this guy is continued. If you want to pretend you're homeless, go right ahead. I will stay in the twenty first century with computers, electricity, running water and a bottle of hand sanitizer.

And just for the record, I didn't like the steak. It was too fatty, he should have just let me order the sirloin or the fish like I wanted to but his happy camping ass is just too bossy. I am not Wilma from Buck Rogers in the 25 century but I do like modern conveniences. It would be a slap in the face to the founding father of our great country just to pretend the expansive growth and knowledge that has been accomplished by blood, sweat, and tears didn't happen, (not mine but someone else's). But that would be a shame wouldn't it? Well, it sounds better that way. I guess you can safely say we won't be going on another date. I should have had the sirloin.