I had such high hopes for this one, but I can’t say I’m surprised. I mean, you don’t become an expert on dating by going on only stellar dates.
Strike 1- He was 20 minutes late. It was excused because he called to say he would be late.
Strike 2- We got in the car and he had to pull over to check his “Date Fact Sheet” which was a typed, printed sheet of all the things we should do on the date. (Note- this would be seen as good if you are a post-it, label junkie)
Strike 3-100- He told me it was wrong that I have a male roommate and that women should not live with men until marriage.
and Strike 101- half way through date ONE he started calling me SWEETHEART. Are you serious?? The names Janet, Miss Jackson if you’re nasty. But seriously, pet name? And a dumb one at that? NO THANKS.

Use it at the office... not on a date
Ok ok in all fairness this guy was sweet. He took the time to write out on the fact sheet I am a vegetarian and took me to one of the nicest places in town just so I could get a veggie fix. Here is the conclusions I have come to:
1. Southern people should only date other Southern people, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. The north and the south really are just that different, and by God us Yankees are livin’ in sin with our mixed gender housing! When you’re beliefs are that different there really is little hope.
2. I love bad-boy image. Enough with fighting it, I like a rough guy. He has to be polite to my family but when you bite your tongue before swearing in front of me, I am going to get offended because honey, I am not sweet little belle who is under your level. Don’t get me wrong I don’t need to hear you swear like a sailor, but treat me like an equal. (By the way, when this happened it set me off so bad my mom would have washed my mouth out with soap had she heard the language coming out of my mouth.)
But hey, at least I gave it the old college try…. so don’t worry, I’m still on the market.