Sad chuckles

The whole thing was just... I don't know where to begin. He called me, we had a short phone date. He speaks very quiet on the phone and a little bit slow. I could hear his nervousness clamor through the phone in his nervous chuckle that he seemed to do anytime there was a brief moment of silence or after finishing a sentence.

We met at one of his favorite restaurants. He was short and very closed in. You could see his shy and timid personality that out shined his portliness. He talked and walked with his head on a down angle most likely due to his shy timid demeanor.

The hostess began the long walk to our table and it was then that I noticed that the petite awkward man, took very small steps. Steps that made him appear that he was almost on the verge of stumbling forward which made him appear to be even more awkward. We sat at our table which compared to him was tiny. He ate like a starving animal. He was far finished before I even made it close to the half of my dinner. The plans were to have dinner then go see a movie. I would have liked to have ended the date after dinner but not because of anything terrible, but really it was a sad state and an uncomfortable situation.

It was sad really, it was like seeing a wounded deer. You're not sure if your should put them out of their misery of take them to a vet. Either way, you can't take them home. He obviously is strong and brave enough to ask women out on dates. So you have to give him credit there. Most men are big chicken shits that way.

He told me some sad stories about his life. You could easily see how socially inept he is. Which made it all the more obvious of his lonely state. Ugh, I felt so much pity for him. His nervous chuckle was getting hard to ignore. I am sure he probably didn't even realize he was doing it.

It was an uncomfortable and fast dinner I wanted to end the date. I truly did not want to add to anymore unfortunate moments in this guy's life.

We found the theater and looked around for seats. He didn't fit well in the seats, he kind of had to sit in on an angle. I felt even worse. We didn't have any conversation through the movie. The movie we saw was When in Rome it was funny. After the movie we were walking out "Maybe we could go for a drink or something." I smiled and said, "Thank you but no." He said that he really enjoyed it and hoped we can go out again sometime.

A little red cartoon devil popped up and sat on my left shoulder and said, "Don't do it. You are already uncomfortable. Don't do it, I know you're thinking about it." Then another little cartoon devil buddy of his popped up right next to him. He was in full agreement with the first rude cartoon. The second one said to the first in a much higher voice as if he were inhaling helium. "You know she will. Let's just see what happens." Then they looked on as if something terribly interesting was going to occur. Then on my right shoulder a little elf popped up. My internal mind just looked at him and said, "Hey, where is my shoulder Angel?" The little elf just looked at me and said, "I came instead, on behalf of your date." "Oh no, that's not fair." I said to the little elf who actually appeared to be made of plastic. He looked more like one of those little gnome's in an old woman's front lawn. You know the ones with the pick ax and the big smile on their face. They are supposed to be cute but the creepiness factor is definitely underestimated.

Then my date told me he had a really nice time. In my mind I can't understand why. I just took a deep breath and said with a half smile, "Sure, we can go out again some time." Again, I thanked him for the movie and dinner, shook his hand and wished him a safe drive.

As I walked back to my car those damn little cartoon devils jumped up and did a high five. Those little bastards! Then the elf looking gnome guy popped up again, still holding the pick ax in his hands says, "Well, I guess I won't be needing this." and disappeared. The little red cartoon devils with their little horns and pointy tails weren't going anywhere that quickly. They hung around for a bit laughing and poking fun at me.

Later that evening the guy sent me an email telling me what a great time he had on our date. I could only imagine the horrible dates he must have endured for this one to be considered a great time.