Coffee is too much...

Back in my day of internet dating, meeting for coffee was the easiest thing to do. Needless to say, I was on a caffeine kick.

This one guy, Anthony, was a teacher out in the valley and asked if I would meet him at Starbucks. In Mission Hills. Okay, I'll drive that way.

People who know me, know that I'm punctual. However, I was running late because I miscalculated how long it would take to get there. When I got to Starbucks, I found him first and sat down to say hello. After a few minutes, he asked, "Aren't you going to get anything?" I said yes, in a minute, but in the back of my mind, I'm thinking, thanks for not even offering! Rude... did he think I would order the venti cap frap whachamacallit? Seriously, I'll take a small tea. Starbucks sucks.

We talked for a little while and then he asked if I've ever been to the Odyssey and would I like to go right now. So I followed him up the hill to the Odyssey.

When we got up there, we continued talking as we walked around the perimeter of the restaurant. I just wasn't feeling any chemistry. In fact, I'd have more fun studying statistics -- a subject I have zero patience for. He was telling me how he used to crash weddings up there. Lovely. So I asked him if he's ever eaten there, and he tells me, "Oh, no! It's way too expensive!" I continued with, "Not even for a special occasion?" But no was his final answer. Wow.

Then he decided to take advantage of the view and the ambiance and he kissed me... I can't deal with bad kissers.

I didn't talk to him much after that.