He Likes Dive Bars, Dogs, and Horses.

There's something to be said about spending some time communicating with someone before you agree to go out on a date. It might be a good idea to find out if you have anything in common before you spend any length of time with them.

I learned that lesson last weekend.

This man called himself "handsome" and "tall". Literally. It was his screenname.
Now, it's probably okay to claim you're tall. That really can't be disputed.
And he was. Really tall.
But handsome is subjective and you run the risk of being wrong (and coming across as an idiot) or being right (and coming across as a cocky douche).
Lucky for me he was actually handsome. Really handsome. I mean, stud status.

But we seriously had nothing in common. Everything that I am, he was the opposite.
Taste in music, movies, books, politics, hobbies etc. NOTHING in common.

Our conversation was limited to say the least. There were a lot of "umms" and "soooos" or just weird staring.
I also couldn't tell when he was joking.
Maybe it'd be a good idea to keep your uber-serious fake storytelling to yourself until we get past the "get to know ya" stage. I didn't find it funny when he said he was from Oregon, when five minutes before he said he had grown up in southeastern Wisconsin.  That's a joke? He thought it was.

Once, I actually thought we were saying goodbye for the night.
Granted, it was the end of the night and the Pewaukee Beach Party was ending so we had the choice to either carry on at a bar or end it. We even shook hands and I said, "It was nice to meet you" and started walking away!

There was also an age gap of seven years. That he liked to bring up too often for my taste.
But, whatever. I like my men more seasoned than I.
He was surprised when he referenced things that he thought were so beyond me and I actually knew what he was talking about.
However, he didn't seem to pick up on the slang of today's youth that came out of my mouth.

He got pretty blitzed (I did not) because all we did was drink and talk (or whatever the hell we were doing).

So, when the Beach Party ended we did end up at a bar for some more cocktails and riveting conversation.
Finally he told me that he couldn't read me. I told him that I felt the same way. Then he asked what I was thinking and I told him that I found him really attractive but we really didn't seem to communicate well.
He nodded in agreement. Then he hugged me - which was weird.

He said he needed some fresh air and asked if I wanted to go outside with him. I did.

So we went outside and proceeded to have a super hot makeout sesh!

Then he left and I went back inside and started chatting up other hotties.