date 2 - violent dude

Him I found from another website. It is a very specific dating website for a very particular sector of the population. If it is so specific you would expect great things from it, right? Wrong. The worst dates (and best anecdotes) have originated there. I will discuss this probably in a later post.

the date:
He told me where we would meet: an hotel lobby in the Flat Iron District. 
I got there early and walked around. The lobby/ bar was very loud and very dark. On the right side there was an entryway and a little art show. Beyond that there was an oysters bar.
I walked around and mingled in the art show. A woman spoke to me, we laughed, I don't remember the specifics. I walked around some more and then I saw him come in. I went towards him and, awkwardly, we said hello. I told him it was too dark and loud, he agreed.
We went to get oysters instead.
He is a 38-year-old lawyer who is working at a startup of some kind. (As I have mentioned, or maybe I haven't yet, I get flustered by startups, .coms, coding, etc... don't ask).
He got us drinks, we ordered oysters too. We were both hungry. He had come from drinking somewhere else with someone else. I got he was funny but not very smart. I asked the waiter for things in our native language, creating some kind of kindred intimacy between us two.
I decided to have a good time and tried to provoke him into speaking with his southern accent. He did, but just a little bit.
I asked him about his previous relationships and he said he had never had a long term one. I asked him why and he asked me to guess.
- So, are you gay like your brother? (we had established his brother's sexual preference further back into the conversation).
- No, I am not.
- Ok, so, what is the longest you've ever been with someone?
- Two or three months.
- Mmmmmh.... and you are 38?
- Yes.
- So, that is not normal. Or doesn't sound right. I think you are afraid of commitment. That would be my guess.
- Uhm, I don't know. I do like to be free. Maybe you are right. I don't know.
And we left it at that.
A second round of drinks came in. The oysters, albeit delicious, are never enough food unless you have a gazillion.
He went to the bathroom. Then I went to the bathroom.
As soon as I sat down he started:
- So, you are about to leave aren't you?
- What?
- Yes, your whole demeanor is saying you are leaving. So you are, aren't you?
- No, I never said I was. I don't know where you got that from.
He continued with this harangue for a little bit longer, his tone and violence elevating with each word. So I turned to him and said.
- You know what, I am leaving. Thank you for a lovely evening. Enjoy your night.
I grabbed my bag and I left.
Good riddance. 
So now we know why he's never had a long term relationship, right? (the crazy in him, obviously).