I dated the 'thing' called money, and this was how I felt about him...
He was a blank slate, with an even blanker expression.
He thought he was such a great catch, without even trying to be, or he thought his clothes were enough to qualify him as a great catch.
His looks certainly were not.
And his clothes...well, they were unique, but somewhat questionable and distasteful.
He actually wore some 'male' make-up to highlight, from his words, 'sharp, prominent cheek bones', and he went a bit overboard with the bits of alligator skin here, bird skin there, shiny sheen here, bright dyes, diamond encrusted cuffs, etc.
He was too exotic for my taste. It was like he was trying to incorporate everything that was cool and eye-popping; he was trying too hard to impress every kind of person and have appeal to everyone.
He obviously wanted to be well-liked, even if it was only superficial.
But, to his credit, he had some mesmerizing green eyes, but those green eyes were the color of envy whenever another guy complimented me on our date.
He'd grab my hand really hard, and say, "no one will be able to love and care for you like me."
A red flag went up that this guy was really possessive, far too quickly.
Anyway, every time I tried talking to him, he simply nodded, like he had nothing important or intellectual to say to me.
Not even to impress me.
He stared intently into my eyes, which was about it, giving and wanting compliments.
But he was also staring at me as if he was waiting for me to entertain him first. I guess I could've blew a few kisses his way, and maybe he would've warmed up after that, but I'm not that kind of gal on a first date.
Although he mentioned working with some intelligent and important people...and some idiots.
The story about the idiots was side-splittingly funny.
But when he stopped telling these stories, he stopped being funny.
After he told me what he did for a living, which was to 'make people happy' through hypnotic therapy and some appraisal on the side (which I thought was a little arrogant in his explanation).
After that, all he wanted to do was comment on peoples' clothes and jewels and estimate the cost.
He was so dam pompous.
It was slightly amusing though.
He had good taste when talking about other peoples' things and lives, which I could appreciate, but when he started assessing the cost of my clothes and jewelry, and criticizing me, saying that I needed an upgrade, I knew he was not life-long mate material and that was the end of the date.
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