Dating during Corona (Covid-19) Times Part 2b - Late and Annoyed AGAIN!

*Again, writing this while I wait for my date with Mr. Weedman* Soooo... tell me how he is late again!! How does he not know I do not like tardiness. This time he was only 14mins, so I guess he is getting better. But again as soon as he told me he parked and was on his way, I reminded him to bring a mask then he tells me he forgot his mask in his car, so he had to go back... AGAIN! The starting of this date is deja vu. We are in days of Corona he should be used to carrying around a fuck'n mask! I told him he needed those lanyards that old people use for their glasses, but for his mask.

So the date went well, but then again, I think all my dates go well until there is no second date. He wanted Korean food so we went to Korea House on Bloor and Christie. We were going to meet at 7:30pm, but as mentioned above he was late! 

When he arrived I asked him about something about his place (I can't remember what it was) and he said you can see for yourself. Even though he lived 15 mins away from the restaurant, I didn't realize we were going to end up at his place. If anything I thought he was going to come over to my place. We talked about our relationships with our parents especially moms. I told him how crazy mine was and he was also telling me how crazy his mom was. He was trying to give me advice on how to communicate with my mom so we can have a better relationship. People who are not a Korean females do not understand the extend of I guess almost verbal abuse we endure from our mothers. Yes, all mothers are critical of their daughters, but Korean moms take it a step further and no one can help us. We talked about other things and during this date, I realized the dude is very talkative.

 He wasn't familiar with the Korean menu, so I got him to order Bulgogi and rice (which tends to be a save order), while I ordered mul-neng-myun (cold noodles), and we shared a shrimp kkan-poong-gi. The food was delicious, but I wasn't that hungry and Weedman had a late lunch. So we took the food to go and headed to his place around 9:00pm.

Impression of his place:

• very spacious, he lives in a 1+den 2 bath I want to say it's 1200 sq ft. His bedroom is the size of my living room and his den is like the size of my bedroom.
• lives in a pretty affluent area, his condo is gated
• super messy, he had boxes everywhere like he just moved in, but he has been living there for 5 years. Like most golfers he has two sets of clubs and a putting practice mat with golf balls and extra clubs everywhere.
• he also has A LOT of chachkis. He has a collection of novelty Buddhas, he has been collecting them since his grandmother gave him one. His grandmother passed, but he buys one every time he goes to Hong Kong in her memory. He also has random figurines and small statues EVERYWHERE. His furniture is probably from his parent's old place. He definitely needs a decorator. 
• this guy has every single Cetapil and Spectro cleaners they ever make

When we got to his place, I asked him, "what if I was crazy? You would be bringing a crazy person to your place". He said "well,  you invited me to your place" and I explained, I shouldn't have and that all my friends yelled at me. He then said, "well, you know what you want" and I said that bringing him to my place was out of character for me. . Once we got home we made ourselves comfortable and we watched a movie on Netflix called Project Power with Jamie Foxx, Joseph Gordon-Levett, and Dominique Fishback. It was an interesting movie. After the movie I suggested we watch a show called The Boys on Amazon Prime. I watched the first episode with my friends and I thought he would enjoy it. We really enjoy the show, we powered through 6 episodes in one night. 

Prior to my date with Mr. Weedman, I found out that a childhood friend's father had passed. I had asked him if I can do anything for him since I had just lost my father earlier this year; he just asked me to reach out to people we knew. This friend lost his mother when we were about 15/16 and now he has lost his father, his mother's funeral was the first funeral I have been to. Once I got the details of the funeral arrangements I was messaging people. This was at Mr. Weedman's house, I had stepped away to do this in private, but tears were starting to form thinking how short life is and tomorrow is not guaranteed. I had to give myself a moment before I can collect myself together. I can't let Mr. Weedman see me cry, this is only our second time meeting. 

Throughout the night Mr. Weedman was smoking his weed out of his bong. I think due to second hand smoke, I was unknowingly getting high. I drank SOOOOO much water, I think I owe him a roll of toilet paper. We went to bed around 6am, each episode of The Boys is 1 hour and we had just sat through 6 hours of it. Even though I woke up at 9:30am this morning, I had pretty good sleep, I think it was because I was maybe sort of high?! When I woke up to leave he asked if everything was ok, I think he thought we were going to stay in bed and just lay around. But to be honest, I shouldn't have slept over. I have a rare sun allergy called Solar Urticaria (diagnosed 11 years ago after my Cancun trip) where I develop small bumps that look like chicken pox all over my body and it itches like chicken pox and I have to rub ointment on it twice a day. Once one area heals, it will spread somewhere. My abrupt leaving was because I needed to come home and put the ointment on as it was getting super itchy. Something embarrassing happened at night, something that is normal, but unexpected so I was mortified, even 7 hours later.

I am not sure where this is going, but I will take it day by day. At first I was getting obsessive, but now I am just letting things fall naturally. Lets see if there is a third date, that would actually be a first for me. Mr. Hakka hasn't reached out since our first date, so I guess he is gone.