The former bf that swore he had changed (see yesterday's posting) called yesterday afternoon... We chatted a bit - I was able to offer him some advice that will bring in a boatload of cash that he needs pronto. So he said "Let me take you out to dinner at least."

There's Chinese place around the corner from my place that has a sushi night special that rocks on Thursdays and I was craving California Rolls (I can't eat raw fish so it's the best I can do.)

I asked if he was in the mood for sushi and he enthusiastically said "Yes!" (I think that if I had said I was in the mood for crushed glass he would have said the same thing)

We talked a little more. I reminded him that if he was looking to try to get laid, he was barking up the wrong tree. (We never climbed that tree to begin with)

So he shows up at my door promptly at 7pm. It was obvious he had put a lot of time into getting ready. He went on and on about how I looked fabulous, beautiful, blah blah blah. I grab my purse and off we go. He opens the car door (something "Not a Democrat" would have a clue about) for me to get in AND out of at the restaurant. (It was a little overkill - it's the gesture - he was opening every door we encountered).

He orders sushi for both of us - finding some choices without raw fish. We eat and talk. He's got that gushy puppy-dog look in his eye. I hear about how he's exploring Buddhism, and how he's entering a new cycle in his life (being that he's a Gemini and all). That in the past he was trying to date (read as 'screw') as many women as possible, but he realized that it left him feeling empty. That I was one of the few women that didn't go for the drama, that wasn't needy, and had the world at her feet. (Could he lay it on any thicker???)

So he asks me about who I've been dating. I tell him I was dumped 3 weeks ago over miscommunication by a guy I really dug but I was over it. And that I was continuing to date around. He asked if there was room in there for him, that he realized he forsake quality for quantity. (Apparently, I'm the quality?)

I replied that things ended for a reason... That we could try to be friends, that I was happy that he had decided to pursue the quality approach. 

We're done with dinner at that point and he takes me home. He came inside because I was getting a phone number for him out of my Rolodex. He comes up behind me, his woody pressing into my ass, grabbing my boobs and whispers into my ear "Do you feel how much I've missed you?"

I laugh hysterically and said that he was right on schedule because I had guessed he couldn't go more than 3 hours without showing his true colors. Deflated (I'm assuming), he tried to dance his way around things. I told him he was full of cow-manure and that I told him from the get-go that he wasn't going to get laid. He said I always played hard to get.

I gave him "The Look". Without another word, he left.
I was most upset that I had left my sushi doggie bag in his car.