Things I Know I DONT Want...

What THAT was ugly. 
* I am referring to my experience (2 dates, to be exact) with a guy.  I will spare you all the nitty gritty and cut to the chase.  There are some great things about this guy...andddddddd some not so great things.

* He's Catholic!
* His parents are still married...but he's a divorcee.
* He has his Master's degree...but he just got his teaching certificate 2 weeks ago.
* He has a job...but it's as a security guard at a local high school (!!).
* He is taller than me...but by less than a fraction of an inch.
* He has a car...but it's older than me.  For reals.
* He has a house...oh wait.  It's his parents'. 
* He brought wine...but it was Ravenswood and House Wine.
* He is a baseball fan...but he roots for the Yanks.
* He brought me flowers...but they were in a recycled salsa jar.
* He has tattoos...but one of them may or may not be tribal. 
* ...He had really ugly shoes.

And wait for it...wait for it...wait for it...
* He brought cheese (my favorite thing!)...but...IT WAS USED CHEESE. 

What is "used cheese" you may ask.  Well, simply put, he brought cheese from his refrigerator.  Wrapped in a Ziploc bag and I believe there was a rubber band involved?  Here's my question.  When he was at Safeway buying cheap wine and cheap flowers, why didn't he just grab new cheese?  Like, if this was his favorite kind and he wanted to share, why wouldn't he get a new block?  I just don't understand leaving one's house and grabbing open cheese from your refrigerator to take somewhere.  I can't wrap my mind around that.  Ohhhhh guess what?  He took it with him when he left.  

Needless to say, there will not be a third date.  Oves.