Intermission, and Good Nights

I was enjoying the play--and the nakedness of the actors (not really--but I didn't mind either, lemme tell ya!) when the first act was over and intermission began. How painful could this be? It is just a little short duration of time, so I can deal with this.

Then he asked if I understood that baseball was being used as a symbol for the world, and not just baseball.

I told him he was being a little too large on scale. It was being used as a metaphor (so much more impressive than "symbol", don't you think?) of AMERICA. The melding of ethnic groups, the commercialism, the ideals, etc.

I then changed the subject and told him I had seen Wallace and Gromit with my niece and nephew. I knew he was a fan, and we both mentioned seeing it.
I said that I liked it, and suggested that he take a date to see it. There is some more adult humor and it shows your "whimsical side" as I termed it.

He was down right mean. I had to hear about how sick he is of everyone telling him what to do with these dates, and he is doing just fine, thank you very much. He doesn't need me or anyone else to tell him what he needs to do.

If all of the women he is dating have kids, after all, why would they want to see a kids' movie when that is what they are doing when they have their kids.

"Well, that is another dynamic. I didn't realize every woman you are meeting on Match has a kid."

"Well, see there? Who are you to give me advice when you don't even know my dating situation? If you don't know the kind of women I am dating, you can't tell me how to win them over."

"I'm just saying, I don't know a woman who doesn't like a guy with a sense of humor and who can laugh at himself and not take himself so seriously. And it was a good, cute, funny movie."

"Well, I am getting ready to set up a date with a woman who is a professor and who also has season tickets to the theater. That is what I do to show I have culture."

"Huh...well, just for the record, I am dating a professor right now, too. Actually dating. He has a brilliant mind, and is never condescending. I am sure his students love him."

Intermission ended, and as far as I was concerned, our friendship was just about over, too.

When the play ended, I was very gracious, saying I enjoyed the play and was glad he thought to bring me.

Then, he had me walk down a darkened street, in a very bad neighborhood, to my car, by myself. Which was the same situation when I was attacked. He doesn't know the story, but I had told him I get a little wiggy in those circumstances. He was parked much closer than I was. He really didn't want to walk. Heaven forbid he drive me to my car, or allow me to drive him back to his. Luckily there was a nice couple who were walking in the same direction, so I just walked along side of them and felt safe.

So, MD is not really on my list of favorite people right now. I can deal with a lot, but he pushed far too many buttons this time.

I doubt I hear from him anytime soon, if ever again.