I mostly stopped caring when he texted me too much after the first date, and I completely stopped caring after messing around with the guy from the bar.

Sunday was the second date.  Jack looked good but not surprisingly I didn’t feel any chemistry.  His brother-like quirks seemed a little bit off — not nearly as endearing as they were before.  For example, my brother is curmudgeonly because he thinks almost everyone in the world is stupid, but he still values fairness and giving the morons an equal shot, since it’s not their fault.  Jack seemed curmudgeonly for reasons I could not ascertain (maybe he was picked on as a kid?), and he likes to intentionally get a rise out of people.  I… fucking hate that, but tried to imagine a world where I’d be the only one who wouldn’t be a victim of his trolling.

But what really concerned me was that he didn’t talk about friends at all, or anything that he did outside of work and working out.  I mentioned a few places I’ve been, and he hadn’t heard of any of them.  What the fuck does he do?  Just date?  I mean, I date a lot but I still have other shit going on, and I can talk about non-date things on the dates.

So I was pretty miffed when he asked me if I was on Jdate.  ”Um… yes for a little while.  In the JAPpiest situation of my life, my dad offered to pay so I said sure.”  He said he likes the chat feature (why?!) of Jdate better, but the people on Match are more his crowd.  I think the people on both kind of suck, and OkCupid is more my crowd.  So I just said I didn’t like chatting because it was annoying.  ”How’s it annoying?  It’s easy.”  ”Exactly!”  He was confused, but I put the kibosh on it — “nothing I say about this can make me look good.”  He changed the topic.

He noted that we basically spent a total of 4 hours between the two dates talking about quirks and neuroses.  It was true, and while it was cute at first, it was getting to be kind of a drag.  I let the pauses linger and he was able to fill them in, but it felt a little forced.

He had me pick between 3 restaurants, which was nice.  Dinner was really delicious, too.  I tried to split the bill with him but he wouldn’t let me.  I also did one thing that made him say he thought he liked me before, but now he really likes me, and my internal reaction was “ah crap.”

Outside, before parting ways, he planted an awkward, rigid kiss on my lips.  We separated, and then he went in for another.  He said “have a nice week” at the same time as I was saying “have a nice night.”  I’m glad I’m super busy for a while.