You again?

Guess who’s back—average sized non buckeye fan.  I was not planning on talking to this guy again, but with only one potential suitor at the moment I reply to his email since he did email me first and told me he isn’t talking to my friend anymore.  He FINALLY asks me out (FINALLY.)  For some reason I agree to meet him later in the evening (9 on a school night?) outside the loop.  I should have known the outcome.  Christopher arrives a little late (I’ve already started my beer) and gives me the once over.  He likes what he sees.  He then orders a hot chocolate.  At an irish pub.  Let me repeat- a hot chocolate.  At an irish bar.  Well, thanks for making me look like a lush dude.  He tells me he doesn’t drink beer.  Or gin.  Let me repeat- he doesn’t drink beer.  Or gin.  We chat for a while then he tells me how he has taken ball room dancing and likes to Samba and Salsa (“hips are good.” Looking down at my waist).  He then tells me his other talent- massage.  Reeealllly.  I’ve heard this one before.  Only half way through our beers (er, hot chocolate) I have been invited back to his house for a massage and a night cap.  On a school night??  Dude, I JUST met you… off the internet… WHAT?!  I decide one beer is enough, but not before Christopher is scrolling through his pics on his phone (not an iphone, grounds enough for no second date) to find a piece of art he’s working on.  He can’t seem to find the pic but “oh, now we’re in Rome, annnddd London”.  Well that was a casual way to tell me you’re well traveled.  As if the nail wasn’t already in the coffin, he also didn’t watch Match Madness.  I think I can just end this right here.