SFP and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Date

so I've been chatting with someone for a bit
and I've liked him

mostly liked him

and really wanted to just put him in the Inbox or the Outbox and be done with it.

He wanted to meet
and even though we sort of skipped the  phone date -- I thought - -why not

we've been chatting a lot for days
let's find out

He asked me to meet him at 300 at the bar and book

and I said I would have a soda - -but I agreed

I ended up on the phone with someone else on my way there -- and he and I are really hitting it off (S)-- more on him later.

I'm almost late to the bar
but realized that I had a message from the date that he was running late

I told him it wasn't a problem and I would just hang out

you know

and look at the books.

He asked me to sit in non-smoking
and I thought

um -- ok

wouldn't the smoke be bad for book sales?
weird

so I finally found the place

At
the
track

and went in to find a seat

in the BOOK (as in BOOKIE) and bar

or bar and book -- whatever

where I'm surrounded by a sea of mostly men -- starting at screens

It's 315

and still no date

330

no date - text message about traffic

340

no date (I'm walking out in 5 minutes)

345 - he arrives

He's older
not just than me
older than his photos

and he swears

constantly
like every fucking sentence is about some asshole giving him shit

sigh

and he's wearing a grey sweater with a V neck and lots of chest hair sticking out.  His grey sweater is covered with pills and has a big pull on one shoulder

he knows everyone at the book and bar
by name
they know him
they know his kids

he tried to hold my hand a bit -- and I pulled it back and we talked about vanilla things for about 45 minutes

and one point he placed a $2 bet and when his horse lost - he threw the paper on the floor

(BTW -- when I was talking to S later he laughed "He littered???? in front of a LIBERAL?!?!?")

so it was a bad date

I could see it
the waitress could see it
the guys betting at the next table could see it
Aliens from space did a facepalm -- THEY could see it

but our friend

mr. bad dater?

must have though it went ok
because

as he walked me to my car
he decided to steal 2nd base

and made a boob grab

****DUUUUUUUDE******* REALLY?

perhaps it was some sort of Hail Mary pass (ok -- I'm sure that's a bad analogy - but it's early - -I don't have my book o sports phrases handy)

but the boob grab?

yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah -- bad move

I backed away
thanked him

and started mentally writing this post.