Git

This will be short....  I only went out with Git once.  It was sufficient.

I met him on the dating site too, and sent him a message because he was reading the Hunger Games.  (LOVED that book... the ending of the series, well... not quite as good in my estimation, but I digress.)

Git had an interesting profile. We exchanged a few messages, and he finally just asked to meet for coffee, claiming a broken "h" on his keyboard.  I agreed, because truly - I'd rather meet in person than spend hours at the keyboard.  I've done that enough already! Real life! Please!!

But, he had to reschedule the first time, based on a last minute, unexpected project at work.  I agreed, gave him some alternate dates, and he picked the first one.  It was rather flattering.

We finally ended up meeting at The Good Earth - the Monday after that first weekend in bed with Deity. To put in bluntly and literally - I was fucking tired.   He ended up being a little late, which frazzled him - and I'd not given him a phone number to use in case of late.    So, okay, fine.  I waited.

We sat down, he was starving, and unable to discuss much of anything until he'd decided on food. After that, he asked if I had Kleenex to put his gum in. You know, because moms always have extra tissues.  Uhh... except not in their "Date" purse!!!   My interest level kept decreasing.

Dinner itself was fine... we talked about Russian novelists,  working with nursing programs, things that are funny or not funny... and that's when the deal-breaker came.   Git didn't find flatulence amusing.  The end.

We did laugh a lot.  And it was a nice evening.  He paid for dinner.  And that was it.  I followed up with a "Thanks, it was nice, but not interested" email.

Fart jokes.  Yep.