One plus one equals a third wheel

Who are you on a date with???? He picked the restaurant, it is his favorite, so I didn't mind, at first. There were mirrors everywhere and he even insisted that we sit at a table in full view of a mirror. Whatever, I don't care where we sit, I'm not fussy. He kept looking at himself in the mirror, not looking at me, looking at himself. I commented on all of the mirrors, practically one on every wall. "Yeah, I really like mirrors, I have a lot at my house too. Really big ones for the walls, I have at least one in every room." He said that as if he were actually proud of it. I expected him to whip a compact mirror out of his pocket any minute. I had a hard time having a conversation with a person who rarely looked at me. I was beginning to feel like the third wheel on my own date. "Hello?!" Yeah, real person over here." Maybe I should have made a prerecorded message. We should have gotten a table for five, me, him, the mirror, and his ego. The ego would need two chairs because it was fatter than a intern under bill Clinton's desk!