Was It A Sale?

I suggested to meet Armen at Equator, an eclectic, hip coffee shop in Old Town Pasadena. Why did I choose this place? Because he couldn't think of a location so he left it up to me. (This is a recurring problem and I need to make a mental note to attempt meeting more creative men.)

He doesn't meet me there. Not physically. He calls from his car and says he's having a hard time finding parking and if I can meet him on Colorado Blvd. Feeling ridiculous as I wait at the curb, he pulls up and we chit chat for a moment through the window before he invites me in. Hmmm.

Armen is handsome in a BMOC kind of way -- a type I've never gone for because they usually considered me the friend. He also seemed conceited in a way that I loathe.

To be trusting and nicer than I've been to him, I get in. In retrospect, I should have gone home.

So he ends up taking me to his home. He lives with family. Yes, they were home but no, I did not meet them because they we're already sleeping.

We were watching television and he started to make moves on me, but I was so uncomfortable. It was getting late and I told him I had to wake up early and if he can drive me back.

I've never seen a guy over the age of 10 pout before. As he dropped me off, I remember he was a little rude, but I don't remember what his parting words were exactly.

Wouldn't you know? I didn't hear from him again.

I have a girlfriend who thinks that if I were Armenian, it would have played out differently. She thinks they don't date outside of their culture, and if they do, it's only for fun. I'd argue with that... I have a couple of cousins who married Armenian men. It must depend on the man.