We Definitely Won't Be Singing "Summer Nights" Together...

This morning was great. Got in a good jog/walk before the heat took over the day. My knees have been aching like crazy these last couple of days but I think I may just be pushing myself too hard. Anyway...
This evening was a family function...good times. I still (and will always) feel awkward around them.
After that wrapped up, I met up with a friend of mine and her hubby. They were in town for the weekend and she asked to get together before they left. At first I thought, 'Oh, hey cool! I get to catch up!'
Well, no. It turned out it was some sort of covert operation for them to get me to meet some guy she's been wanting to set me up with for awhile. She was always saying I needed to met Mr. Q (as I so choose to call him here). Mr. Q and I would hit it off wonderfully as we have sooooo much in common (rolls eyes). It just never happened til tonight.
I walked into the ice cream shoppe, rather dressed up from my family dinner. Nothing too fancy, sun dress, strappy sandals, "soft" make-up...the "its summer and hot outside so I'll get prettied up only to the point where I'll still look decent if I melt" look. I'm gonna admit I was pretty shocked to see a third person sitting with them. Mrs. A just looked at me with a big grin, like, "yeah I just did that". I size up Mr. Q. He's cute-ish. He looks like he totally walked out of a Gap commercial or something. I don't know. I don't judge (or try not to). We're introduced. He stood, smiled, held out his hand, said "Hi" and pulled out my chair for me. We order, I catch up a bit with Mr. and Mrs.A and then start chatting up Mr. Q. Something about him felt all wrong. I knew he wasn't someone I'd like to go out on a date with. He hardly seemed interested in anything about me. Completely dominated the conversation, even speaking over my attempts at input/contributing. I started to tune him out. That really RARELY happens. I love listening. I like being able so see (well, hear) how people's minds work. But, alas, my ears decided they needed a breather. I was happy to finally be able to make an escape.
Later, I sent a text to Mrs. A saying it was wonderful to catch up and even threw in that it was nice meeting her friend...
She replied by asking what I thought about Mr. Q. I had to be honest. I told her that he just wasn't my type.
Her response: Oh ok! Well, then I wasn't sure I should tell you this, but if you aren't interested... He said that you just aren't attractive enough for him to consider asking out on a date.
Gee, thanks.
I may not have been into him, but that still stung a little. Well, I guess can't blame him, I mean, after all he didn't even want to feel up my brain. Its no wonder all he had to go on was outward appearances...
NEXT!!! This bitch don't have time for all that...
At least my ice cream was great