So, I was chatting with a guy that had messaged me due to the fact that we had a high percentage in the “we may end up liking each other one day because you like things like bread and I like sandwiches” percentages that they calculate for you. I found out that he is in the music entertainment business. So, that gave us stuff to talk about. He makes music, I listen to it. Something in common. We chat it up for a few days and then decide to meet up for some drinks. We meet up and things are going ok. It’s not amazing, but it’s not bad either. After a few drinks I suggest the dive bar across the street that I know to play some shuffleboard. Which P.S. I am taking all of my victims from now on. If you can hang with me at he dive bar for shuffleboard and darts you can hang with me, but be prepared to get beat like you stole something. So, he agrees and we pay for our drinks. Yes, I did say we. He did not offer to buy my drinks. Strike one. I kinda feel like this meet up is missing a little something, so I give Miss Communication a ring and tell her to join us. Plus, I could always use her opinion.
Oh! I forgot! This guy had the pre-approval stamp from Miss Communication. In fact, she suggested the guy to me. She wanted me to meet him. She liked the guy, but said that he was too young for her, so decided that I should go for it and I did. Of course. Duh! Anyways, I asked her to join us and she hopes in her hybrid and meets us there. By the time she got there I had already schooled this guy in shuffleboard and was about to teach him some news things about darts. Miss Communication and I chat it up for a bit and in the middle of our conversation my “date” looks at his phone and says “It’s Rhianna. She’s thanking me for the awesome (ok he didn’t say awesome, but it works better for my story so shut up!) job I did on her album.” After that I was suprised that Miss Communication and I werent on the ground ducking from the name that had just been thrown at us. That literally took him straight to Strike 3. Really?! Did he just name drop? Yes he did. Oh and it didn’t stop there. It became like this huge snowball effect that Miss Communication was just egging on and this poor guy thought that we were actually interested and amazed! Haha. I had to hold in so bad the part of me that wanted to look up and say “I’m very important. People know me. I have many leather bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.” No really people. That was his tone with it all too. And if you have no idea what that all just meant you should be kicked in the head in public for not knowing Ron Burgundy.
Needless to say that the Name Dropper will not be appearing in any more Internet Dating episodes. Nice try though buddy. You don’t see me dropping Ron Jeremy’s name. 1.Because I dont like to say it out loud. 2.Cause thats nothing to brag about, but admit it you are impressed and 3. Name dropping just makes you look like a douchebag!