follow up from my prince at the bar

So last weekend, I got hit on by a guy at a bar. (or the closest thing BYU has to a bar.) To read that story, and fully appreciate this follow-up Click HERE.

I did give the guy my number, and I have a rule that I can't say no to a first date, so I went to lunch with him. 

The following is a series of factual statements of events with zero judgment, just actual occurrences from the date. You are welcome to draw your own conclusions as to whether or not you would have enjoyed this date: 

• His favorite color is Yellow. "Yellow is a girlie color, you know spring and flowers and all that. But you haven't heard my reasoning!" 
• The "Crotch Rocket," (which is a motorcycle apparently) is Yellow. Obviously.
•  As I was eating the lettuce wraps from P.F. Changs (you know the really messy ones you eat with your hands), a small piece of chicken fell onto my plate. He said with sincere happiness, "I'm so glad you're a messy eater! Cause it makes me feel more comfortable! Now I can eat like a slob because you do!"
• He took the entire serving dish worth of spicy mustard (their equivalent of wasabi) and put it on one bite to "feel like a man." I asked him if it worked, if he felt like a man. He said yes. 
• On the way out the door, he walked me to my car and held out his hand. "Will you hold this while I go for a walk?"
• I responded by shaking his hand. Like meeting-a-new-boss hand shake. He said, "You're funny!"
• As I was rummaging in my backseat putting my wallet back, he said, "I left you a little note to remember me by" and winked as he walked away. 
• Drawn by his finger in the dirt on my back windshield were the words "WASH ME"
• As he pulled around his car out of the parking lot, I was still standing outside, and I hear: "OW OW" in the good, old-fashioned cat-call style. 

this is a model--not my date. 

I might have to amend my "no saying no to a first date" rule.