Jordan* and I met online. Meeting people online does have its benefits. It’s like an immediate background check. No kids, never been married before, doesn’t smoke cigarettes… check, check, check. Seemed to meet all the important criteria.
And from the conversation back and forth, he seemed like a super nice, genuine guy, so I thought I would give it a shot.
I agreed to have dinner with him one night and I suggested that we try this new sushi place a few blocks from my house. Dinner was awesome and he was full of witty conversation that kept me on my toes the entire night- which I loved!
He wasn’t the quite type, but I noticed that conversation had drifted off and he was being less responsive. “Was it me?! Was it something I said? Maybe I have food on my face?!” I did a quick, nonchalant sweep across my lips with my napkin. “Nope, we’re good.”
All of the sudden he excused himself and bee lined to the restroom (fortunately, we were sitting right beside it). Then, I realized what was happening. I heard some volatile sounds projecting from the men’s room. This was wretched.
It was like he was the Captain of Vom-Fest in there.
He came out about 20 minutes later with a self-diagnosis of food poisoning and needed to go home. Apparently, he’s never tried sushi before and it didn’t sit well with him.
Needless to say, it was too awkward to have a second date.