One fine day in 2008, I was actually home in Las Vegas and not traveling extensively or working some ridiculous overnight shift. Great feeling. I decided to go to a bookstore and get some coffee and look through some medical books. Yes, I'm that nerd.
Everything was fine and dandy and I spotted someone rather fine and dandy. Being the shy girl, I naturally didn't say hi or anything, so instead I stuck my head into a pile of anatomy books. I knocked something over and nearly spilled my latte everywhere (thank goodness I didn't, I was not financially prepared to pay for $150 of coffee-damaged books) and he came up and helped me pick the books up. We actually talked, exchanged names, had a laugh, and within 10 minutes, I had a phone number and so did he. Great. What the hell do I do with that?
For a couple of days, we texted each other back and forth with small talk and witty remarks. He asked me out on a real date...dinner. Oh dear Lord, really? This would be the first real date I would have in months. I accepted and we met up at a cafe later that night. He was just as cute as I had remembered.
We were seated and had ordered and the real conversation began. I have a habit of looking past the person I am talking to or off to the side when I don't know them too well. Eye contact freaks me out sometimes. I know, I'm weird, we got that. But that's what I did was look away or kind of stare off to the side most of the time we talked. A few minutes into our conversation, he noticed what I was doing and he asked, "Does my glass eye make you uncomfortable?" I'm sorry, excuse me, whaaaaat??? I had no idea. Well, no idea until you told me! So the rest of the night was awkward for me because all I could think of was his glass eye. We ate, talked, and ended the night with a walk to my car and a hug. Sweet guy.
Look, I'm not an excessively shallow person, so it's not his physical appearance or the fact that he had a glass eye that turned me off. And his personality was great. He was funny and smart and witty...a winner if I ever saw one. It was me that ruined it. My dirty mind and my presumptions and my stupid imagination. All I could think about at this point after the discovery of the glass eye was, "What if we have sex and his eye pops out?" Yes, there's something seriously wrong with me.
We continued to text back and forth, but never went on another date. And that wasn't really all my fault or choice. I probably would have gone on another date with him, maybe that would have eased the eye thing...but alas, work decided it was going to put me on pretty much a month and a half of straight overnight shifts. But I guess if I really wanted it to work, I would have...but I doubt it changes the fact that something was seriously wrong with me to think of that.
It doesn't help that my friends think like I do. A year and a half later, I told my best friend Silvia about this guy. She said pretty much the exact same thing I thought. When she confirmed that thought, I decided that I will probably never meet a normal person ever again as punishment...and so far, that's holding true.
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