Business Deal #1

Guy#1 came to me through an on-line resource that boasts it's "29 measures of compatibility".

Sunday afternoon I met Guy #1, who we’ll call Shorty from here on out, for coffee. For some reason, even though I listed “height” as being incredibly important, they keep sending me men that are my height 5’6” and above. Well Shorty says he’s 5’ 6” so I’m expecting someone my height. And of course I wore flat shoes. I got to Starbucks early because I needed some coffee and gift cards. So I’m just sitting there drinking my coffee and reading my book when this VERY small man comes in and sits down without getting his coffee. He looks a little familiar so I wait a few minutes and keep reading my book with one eye on him. After a few minutes I decide that this must be him. So I say hello and it is indeed him.

Now when I say this was a little person…I mean this is the smallest man I’ve EVER seen that wasn’t a “little person”. Ya know? Dude had to be 5’ 3” and possibly weighed 125 soaking wet. So of course I now feel like an Amazon woman and all my mothers comments from Christmas come pouring in. SO…because I’m so good at establishing instant rapport with strangers we sit and chat. I have my coffee…he has water and a scone.

SO we’re just chatting about our weeks and work and families etc. When he busts out with the fact that he just finished paying off his house. He paid off a 30 year mortgage in 5 years. And I’m sitting there thinking…”wow that’s really admirable. I DO want a nice responsible man.” I’m thinking that UNTIL he busts out with how he had saved EVERY cent since he was a little kid for his house and how when he goes out to eat he always gets the 99 cent burger and water because he “doesn’t need all that other stuff and a penny saved is a penny earned”. So of course at that point my CHEAP-ASS Alert is going off like mad.

Then he bursts into how he used to be a very pessimistic angry person until he “found the lord” and how he is always out doing things with friends because he doesn’t like to be home alone because it causes him to do bad things.

Uhhh…yeah…I’m pretty sure your mind is exactly where mine was at that moment. About that time was when I said…”Oh geez! I forgot that I’ve got a lasagna in the oven that I’m supposed to take to a Super Bowl party tonight! It was nice to meet you.” And then I got up and left. Well, much to my demise, my short exit did not dissuade him. He emailed me this week to say how much fun he had and how he’d like to get together again. I think I need to stop being so friendly and nice.

Business outcome: "Shorty" did not come to the table with the honest facts. I am looking to buy an H3...and he tried to slip a Ford Fiesta by me. Shame on him! I'm not blind and certainly don't like feeling like someone is trying to dupe me.

Deal #1 done. I won't be returning to that "dealership".