It's not me, it's another girl....

I am on my second date with this guy I met online. The plan is to meet up for dinner. He picks a restaurant in Long Beach, which is near where he lives, but a long way from the West Side (for those of you who live in L.A.). How about something in the middle, I wonder, but whatever. I leave myself an hour to get there, but it takes about an hour and 15 minutes because the traffic was awful. Being considerate, I call from the car to say that I think I'm going to be about 10 minutes late. When I get there, he greets me with:

”You're actually 15 minutes late!”

Wow… Really?!? So now, I feel compelled to point out that I schlepped ALL the way from the west side to Long Beach AND had to find a place I had never been before so how about a little slack?? To which he replies:

“I thought you lived in Long Beach. Remember, we came here on our first date?”

Hmmm… NO….

”No", I say, "that wasn't me.”

And then, he proceeds to argue with me! You were wearing X. We met over there. You ate such and such.

Hmmm… NO…

“You've got me confused with someone else…”

Now, I'm a lawyer, so you know how we like to argue, especially when we're RIGHT. So I remind him of what we actually did do on our first date and reiterate that he is thinking of the wrong person. He remains unconvinced and tries again to persuade me that we've met at that very restaurant before. By this point I am thinking:

“Waiter! Can I have my food to go please!?”

And while the date didn't get any worse than that, he didn't come anywhere close to getting any of his toes out of his mouth, much less his whole foot. Needless to say, no third date for Mr. Unobservant.

-- Ms. West Side