My last "date"--met a guy (online dating site) who lived not too far away and had horses. We made a date to go riding--sounded like a fun, low-key first date, right?
So I get to his house, and he gives me the "grand tour"--the guy's house looks like the Roy Rogers museum. I kid you not--he had a life-sized cutout of John Wayne standing on the landing of the stairs from his living room. The shower curtain had horseshoes all over it.
So, I'm thinking the last time I was in a room decorated like this house it was my little brother's room when he was five. But we sit out on the porch and have some iced tea and chat. We are in view of the horses, but he never mentions riding. Finally, I get up, make a show of looking at my watch, and saying i have to get home. By the time I got home, half an hour later, there is an email from him saying he didn't feel there was any "chemistry." No duh! But the SOB at least could have saddled up the damn horses so my afternoon wasn't utterly wasted.
That's it. My "bottom" in dating.