I should have realized that 28 and I weren't going to be a good fit when he jokingly called his hands his "paws" on our first date. He said that although they weren't very large, they were rough like paws, hence the moniker. They were quite calloused, sure, but I didn't think that he was so serious about his physique.
Aside from the comments about his hands, 28 had a penchant for making ridiculously cheesy jokes. Although I can appreciate someone being their own brand of weird and expressing themselves, I just about died on our third (and final) date when he burst into a round of "gun" jokes that referenced his arm muscles, which, weren't even that big.
28: "Do you have a BandAid?"
Me: "Let me check, why, what's wrong?"
28: "Because I'm cut" ::flexes arm muscles
28: "Do you have any tape?"
Me: "Umm, no, why?"
28: "Because I'm ripped!" ::flexes muscles again::
|Almost as big of a douche as Ryan Lochte|
Dating 28 wasn't a total loss though. In addition to the Home Depot coupon for 10% off a $200 purchase that he brought me for the light fixture I've been eyeing, I ended the weekend with two kick ass jack o'lanterns, a huge batch of apple crisp and roasted pumpkin seeds from our apple and pumpkin picking date yesterday.
28 might have been a douchebag, but Thunder Thighs came out on top!