Let’s call this one Kramer. Kramer is 6’5. He’s 49. Has one 26 year old son. Has a full time job. Jovial personality. Friday we had our initial meet and greet at City Works in Frisco. The plan was to have dessert. My sweet tooth has been out of this world lately. City Works has a Peanut Butter Snickers Pie that is divine. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Should I go there this week?

I wasn’t in the mood to meet anyone new. I’ve been feeling blah lately. I was late to the venue. Kramer text saying that he had arrived. I text saying there was traffic but I would be there soon.

I arrived and landed a parking spot right in the front. I text I was walking in the restaurant. I looked around the restaurant and the only Black man was there with someone. Kramer was nowhere to be found. I immediately ordered a Green Tea shot, and a glass of Angry Orchard. A little something to get my nerves together. I went to the restroom to freshen up. He called. This time asking me for the name of the restaurant. He was across the street at the Star taking a million pictures. Funny, that’s something I would do.

He finally arrived. The first thing that I noticed was his height. He’s very tall standing at 6’5. Nice. He had a belly. Not too big, but definitely noticeable. Interesting. He did not post any full body pictures on his Facebook Dating profile so it shocked me a bit. Not sure why it mattered considering I also have a belly. He leaned in to give me a hug. I gave him a side hug while still sitting on the barstool.

We chatted a bit. I ordered the Peanut Butter Snickers Pie that I came for. He ordered a water. No dessert. No drink. Hmmm. We talked about our children, our church home, or lack thereof, and a little about our jobs. He talked about the fact that it was hard for him to find employment so he settled for the job he was offered. Hmmm. I hadn’t really considered the struggle for a degreed Black man to find employment.

Talked a little more. He kept commenting on my looks, my legs, my feet and my body. He said that I am sexy several times. I do love compliments. However, there is a limit. I want a man that appreciates every inch of body… especially my brain. He almost seemed obsessed with my legs and feet. It was weird but I did not say anything. I finished my dessert. The waitress put the tab in the middle of both of us. He picked it up and made a comment stating that I was expensive. Hmmm. I am expensive. I had a shot, a glass of Angry Orchard, and the dessert. The plan was for dessert. He did not order anything. Is money an issue for him?

XOXO

Lesson: This one isn’t going to last.

Question: Was I supposed to pay the bill?