Last night, against my better judgment, I went out on what might or might not be considered a date with an Austrian guy I met on the subway a few days ago. The reason why I am mentioning that he happened to be Austrian is that it seems that I am having an awful lot of trouble with Germanic men these days and I don't like it.
Anyway, during our outing which started at DTUT and ended 2 hours later at Mississippi Cheesecake, we had a very weird conversation. Mein suesser Prinz seems to have a whole lot of interesting thoughts on a number of different subjects: specifically, New York City, the city that has no soul (his words not mine), and me. After having expressed that I am not particularly fond of New York and that I'm looking forward to moving in the very near future, mein Prinz suddenly became so very knowledgeable about all things Ana.
Here is the run down:
1. Ana is restless and has the attention span of a mosquito.
(I had mentioned that I have a short attention span but I'm not restless just in constant motion!)
2. Ana is unhappy.
In his opinion comfortable equals happy and since I am uncomfortable here in NY that automatically makes me unhappy.
3. Ana is a snob.
In his opinion, making it a point to stay away from stupid people equals snobbery.
4. Ana is a liar.
After 20 minutes of conversation he decided that I'm not shy and hence I am a liar. So what if the mere thought of talking to a stranger for the hell of it makes me want to puke?
5. Ana is weird.
Apparently it's unusual to take pride in one's hobbies.
6. Ana is a cliche.
Just by looking at me you can tell that I have owned a golden retriever and that I am the proud owner of teacup sized dogs.
Yeah...so this was probably the WORSE date I have ever had.
I wasn't about to let it get to me because as I told him, he is a stranger and I really couldn't care less what he thinks of me, but after giving it a lot of thought he just flat out pissed me off. If there is one thing I hate more than people judging me, is people making assumptions about me and thinking that they know me when they don't.
Note to self: No more socializing with Germanic men.