Once again, the only thing worse than a horrible first date, is when you don't uncover the crazy until date #2. I agreed to meet The Teacher for coffee even after he was sweet enough to ask me if I "really look like" my pictures... let's be honest, we're all a little jaded about online dating and so I decided to cut him some slack. Anyway, coffee went well, he was smart, cute, and we had a good time. We decided to go dinner for our second date.
He insisted I pick the restaurant, and I obliged, Dona Tomas in Oakland with a fresh Mexican menu. I sent him the link to the place, and he said that would be fine. When we arrived they sat us at a table in the front window which apparently put us "on display" so he asked to change tables. Once we were settled again, we took a look at the menu and he decided that this wasn't what he wanted after all. Don't bother reading the email I sent you with the menu BEFORE we go, just make it super awkward bye leaving once we're already seated, it's cool. We ended up at Burma Superstar after I veto'd a super-shady Chinese place down the block. Things only got more interesting from there... Mr. Incredible spent the entire dinner looking around the restaurant instead of at me and then insisted we split the check. He ended the lovely evening by walking me halfway to my car... at night... in Oakland. Classy.
You'd think that would be the end of that, but alas, it never is. A few days later, a sweet little txting exchange took place, wherein he informed me that he had been "testing" me by insisting we split the bill. Sigh. SMH.