I’m sure I have mentioned it before, but I am highly critical of the men who dare date me and in Hot-Rod’s case there were really no exceptions.

Over the past few days we’ve exchanged messages and chatted on the phone at night and personality wise we hit it off right away, but as a self proclaimed Ice Queen I am highly skeptical of the men I encounter via online dating sites, as any girl who ventures into this land should be. Hot-Rod also happens to be an Aries, just like Ex so already I had some preconceived notions about what kind of guy he would be and not necessarily all that bad.

When he asked me to meet for coffee I was already aware of a few red flags – Lives at home, unemployed, and the majority of the pics on his Facebook are of him and some girl posing close and less then a month old. I also got the impression he hadn’t had any long term serious relationships and he was anxious to jump right in…he actually mentioned us getting married more then once in casual conversation. Not something I am ready for after barely being free of my 15 year failure.

To be fair I agreed to the meeting before dismissing him all together and I was looking forward to the potential of a readily available guy despite those aforementioned flags. So the plan was set, he was to call me when he got home from work and we would meet at a local spot.

If there is one way to rub me the wrong way it’s to make me wait and wait I did. I was slightly irked when an hour after I was expecting him to call I get a reply to an earlier message I sent him on Facebook. I responded how I was just about to call him assuming his hands must be broken or he would have called on time. The typical excuse… “I got home late and was just about to call you”… just as soon as he’d checked his email, Facebook and who knows what else.

I should mention that Hot-Rod is with out a Cell phone. Something about his phone breaking and getting a replacement, but getting shut off for not sending back the old phone. Strange and very inconvenient for someone like me who sleeps with her cell phone.  None the less I agree to meet up after he takes an hour to shower and get dressed.

First impression – he looks better in pics. He was much more goofy looking and meaty then I had expected, not bad looking, but not as attractive as I had hoped. We sit down and he tells me I look just like my pictures and I’m pretty…okay he gets a few points there, but then he starts pointing out his germophobia…what a turn off!! Oh, and totally over explains about the girl in the Facebook photos. Seems like there is definitely something more there.

Then he mentions getting married again as in “Imagine if we could time travel and 30 years from now we could bring our kids back to this point in time to when we first met”. I wonder if he could tell how badly I wanted to get up and run far far away? Now, I consider myself a good date and I think I am not only easy to talk to and comfortable to be around, but I am funny too and even though I was not feeling him we did have a nice time, some good conversation, and a few laughs.

I blew him off when he walked me to my car and was obviously hoping for a kiss, but I gave him a quickie hug and jumped in being sure to make it clear I was tired and would be going straight to bed so he shouldn’t call. I thanked him for a nice time, which over all it was, and burned rubber out of there.

So there you have it. When he calls me tomorrow I’ll give it to him straight and wish him luck. He’ll make some girl really happy, but certainly not me.