How to Lose a Girl in 3 hours, Over Dinner.

On the odd occasion that i do get the chance to talk with women, i tend to try to mask my flaws by attempting to be interesting and fun. However, there are some instances at which I can only look back on and laugh at the way my attempts at forging a romantic connection are rendered futile by my brilliant talent of squeezing every drop of embarrassment out of any daily human activity.

We had arranged to meet in the early evening at the restaurant of her choice; a fairly romantic Italian restaurant in the downtown core of the least romantic city in the Western Hemisphere : Hamilton, Ontario.

The streets were busy and jam-packed full of people. But the street-noise evaporated into silence in the restaurant, which was devoid of all human life except for a few of the wait staff, whose delight at seeing me enter the doors was plain to see. It was the perfect setting for a good getting-to-know-you date.

The evening started off very well, too. The conversation was flowing and we shared jokes about the fact that there appeared to be rap music coming from her purse. I suggested she had kidnapped 90's rap icon Coolio to provide thug ambiance for the occasion. She suggested i learn about rappers from this century. My disturbing lack of knowledge on the subject of rap music aside, i thought i was making a pretty good impression. She certainly was impressing me. The food was pretty spectacular and we both agreed that we would be coming back again. "We should set that up, how does tomorrow sound?" i offered, jokingly. "Who said it would be together?" she replied.

As the conversation continued apace, i noticed she was looking at me pretty intently. I feel i have a fairly good understanding of body language and so i took this as a sign that she was genuinely interested in what i was saying. She seemed transfixed, unable to glance away for a mere second. So it came as a shock when, as the evening wore on, the mood changed almost entirely. While the conversation was still fairly rapid, she started to lament how cruel fate was that it had decided we should meet right when she had so much school work to do in the coming weeks ahead.

I have been given the brush off many times before. So much so that most of my sweaters are worn down to fine pieces of thread, and so i knew what this sudden outburst implied - "you've done something tonight that would make even the mere prospect of a second encounter with you completely unthinkable."

I continued to try to revive the ailing date and even provoked a few laughs from her. But as the evening drew to a close i could tell there was a negative mood. After paying the bill, I walked her to her car, and on the way we talked further about her family and her schoolwork as we waded in and out of the heavy street traffic in downtown Hamilton. We arrived at her car, where after a hug and a "I'm sure we'll talk again soon" later i was headed back home, confused about the strange turn of events. This haze of confusion lasted until about 30 seconds after my arrival at home.

As i took off my shoes, i caught a glance of myself in the hallway mirror. Out of the corner of my eye i could see something wasn't quite right. So i stopped, one shoe still dangling from my ankle for a closer inspection. They say looks are subjective but whomever they are did not witness what i saw that night. Had i not been present during my date that evening, i would have assumed that i had eaten my meal out of some sort of trough reserved for farm animals. It looked as if i had strategically applied pasta sauce across my lips and left cheek (how it got on my cheek is a mystery to this very day) in order to attract pasta-based primates. As i smiled at my shocking facial appearance, i made another disturbing discovery. I had started my own mini gardening collection in my mouth, as all manner of vegetation lay clinging to almost every little gap between my teeth.

It's been almost a week now since the date. I called her two days after to leave a message and joked about being involved in the first human trial for the new pasta-based foundation and basically apologizing profusely for my poor eating habits. It's been 5 days now. She's not calling back, is she?

Still single, ladies.