I'm the worst blogger EVER... but tonight was absurd

So I pretty much abandoned maintaining a blog. There are several reasons. But mainly the fact that I'm a horrible writer, and as good as I tell a story face to face - I lack any ability to put it into written word. It was to the point that I was just going to shut down the page. And then tonight happened...

As much as I love living in New York City, it's been crazy difficult meeting people. And by people, I mean guys. I made the decision to utilize the Internet to help me. I've been on several dates, almost all first. This doesn't mean it hasn't been a success, but I just haven't met anyone who I've "clicked" with.

Tonight I decided to meet Deepak, for the first time, at a bar on the Upper East Side. I was running a little late, so I texted him to let him know - and this is where I knew it was going to be a bad night - he texts me back, telling me to let him know when I got there. So when he finally arrives, we take a table and start talking. And from the very beginning it's just... not fun. He's barely talking, meaning I'm having to lead the conversation and pick every topic- this is annoying, to say the least. But to make it worse, he was so arrogant. For example, he was telling me how he works full-time, but he'd also recently started his own company based in India. This is just one example of what came out of his mouth, "I could tell that India was becoming globalized. So rather than just watch or be passively involved, I wanted to contribute to it." Are you frickin' kidding me? I wanted to start laughing at him when he said that, but I managed to keep a straight face... and continued the 'conversation'. To make things worse, any time he found something funny he would laugh and put his hand on my shoulder and shake me. Really? Not attractive at all. And then he started bumping his knee against mine, just to make contact - ugh! By the time I was on my second beer I thought I was going to vomit because I was chugging it so fast so I could get out of there.

And as bad as all of this sounds, I wasn't hating it exactly... until he decided to take his hand and run it through my hair and place it on the back of my head and rub it a little! I don't know what the balls he was thinking, or what kind of look I must have had on my face when he did that - but it didn't stay there very long. And when I noticed he was trying to make eye contact with me, I made every point of looking away and watching Sports Center. When we finished the second round, he asked me if I want another and I shied off by saying how I'm always late for work when I have too many drinks the night before. He bought that excuse and we stepped out, which is when he asked me if I wanted to walk some . Fortunately, he had to walk north, and I, south - which is exactly what I told him. And then (I know, I thought it was never going to end), he was like, "Oh, well would you like to come to my place for a bit?" What the shit? You think I want to go HOME with you? But I refrained from using that response, and instead politely said I needed to head home. Which is when he went in for the kill. Thank God my kung-fu skills are so amazing I managed to dodge his kiss which was headed for my lips, but he did manage to swipe my cheek instead. I managed to hug him back without rolling my eyes, and then we headed our separate ways. I was home before 10pm and even made cornbread - which I found to be more scintillating than his company. No seriously, I would rather make out with my Martha White Sweet Cornbread than this guy.