The Michael Phelps lookalike

So I met this guy a few months ago on Match.com. We exchanged a few emails and set up a date to meet for drinks. It was a friday night and we agreed to meet at this spot in Soho. I can't remember what it was called. I arrived on time like I usually do, but he was late. I wasn't impressed by this or the place we went to. I walked in and it was more bar than lounge and for a girl who isn't a big drinker, this scene didn't appeal to me, but I put on a smile and stayed positive. I was excited to meet him because he seemed like a very interesting person.

After waiting almost 20 minutes he showed up and was apologetic about making me wait. Then he offered me a drink. I got a glass of Reisling and he had a beer. Why do guys like beer so much? I mean does it really taste THAT good? It smells like wet dirt! Anyway, we talked about family and work, and he had a pretty cool job. He worked in the aviation industry and sold and rented jets to large corporations...I think that's what I gathered..lol. It sounds like he loved his job. He was planning to go to Turkey for business in a week and he was telling me about the country since he has been there a couple of time for work.

Physically he had some nice attributes: He was tall, had gorgeous blue eyes, lean build, and nice thick brown hair BUT there was one thing. This one thing is something that I have never been able to overlook when it comes to guys. To some, its probably just a minor thing but for me its SORT of a deal breaker and that was his offensive teeth. I mean they were huge and going in all different directions. I can't imagine it being fun to make out with someone with a set of fangs like that! Hence the name Michael Phelps lookalike. I tried not to stare...not too sure how successful I was at that.

So through the 2 hours of our date I felt comfortable and he seemed to be attracted to me. So he told me that he would give me a call when he gets back from Turkey and hang out again. I thought that would be cool even though I knew I wasn't interested in him as more than a friend, so I told him that it would be fine for him to call me.

Fast forward to present day. Haven't heard or seen him since. Whatevs.


Wardrobe: Black shiny leggings, yellow vintage blouse, Prada black suede over the knee boots.