A rant about men:
So a few more things I remembered that annoyed me about last night's date.
There are three actually, but two go together.
He had me take my glasses off at one point (after which he declared me to be pretty either way) and then stand up at another (after which he said, "huh, you really are.").
Thing 1: how attractive you think I am will not be altered by whether or not I'm wearing my glasses. Yes, I chose them because they accent my face nicely, however, they are clear and not made of magick. This really is what my face looks like.
Thing 2: I think people stopped asking me to stand up to prove my height, idk, around age 20 or so. I never really understood it, who would ever lie about their height? I really am 5'11" in my bare feet, and 6'2" in my favorite heels.
These things, they annoy me.
Where this guy totally lost me was when he was talking about his kid. He couched his custody explanation so that I would understand that he was still free to go out on Saturday night and it was "just" one day that he was with the kid. I found this fairly appalling. As if Saturday night is the only time available for dating. As if I don't normally have a midnight curfew for myself that night anyway as I work on Sundays.
Family is pretty important to me. I don't care one way or the other if a guy who wants to date me has kids. At my age, it's quite possible that I could become a step-momma. That's fine. I expect that the kids have priority, and I won't meet them unless/until things are quite serious.
I expect a man to like his kids and to relish the time he spends with them. However reasonable the custody arrangement, I expect him to want more time with them than less. If a man fails to meet this expectation, then to me, he simply fails.
Okay, I'm probably done ranting about that one now. Seriously, I may start writing a book about my dating experiences.