I know we all have to pick our noses from time to time, I use a tissue like a lady should. But this guy gave a new meaning to digging for the green gold...it was more like drilling for it.
I met "BA" on POF. He had a great profile, extremely well written. He was an accomplished college professor. I went through my mental checklist of attributes I'm mostly attracted to and he seemed to have met every one of them. He had a warm and welcoming smile and his witty charm came through in his profile. It was evident that we were definitely attracted to one another.
As usual, I let him pick the place so we met at Pappalecco's, a cute little coffee shop in Little Italy. I'm totally fine with coffee dates. It just conveys to me that my date is either testing me and my prize might be dinner or he's cheap as hell. Either way, this place has great gelato so that made me happy.
For the first time my date was early. Very cute, extreme blue eyes and a smile that can warm any chilly heart. I'm assuming that he was follicly challenged at a young age because I couldn't help but notice my reflection in his forehead. Either way, he was adorable.
I sat down at our table out front and our conversation couldn't of started any better. He painted an almost perfect life except I noticed that he couldn't stop touching his nose. Was this a nervous tick? Anywho, we continued to laugh and tell our life stories, but dammit if he didn't do it again. Except this time, his finger went inside his nose for a brief second. I'm thinking that maybe he has really bad allergies. I mean it has been awfully dry lately so, yes that had to be it.
My phone kept going off so I quickly apologized for seeming rude by answering it. I reached around to get my phone out of my handbag and I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. WTF!!! He was full on picking his nose. I turned back around quickly and watched his finger brush by his mouth. Did this man just attempt to eat his boogers?!? Holy Jesus, I'm on a date with a "picker".
How could this be? He was good looking, extremely intelligent and seemed genuinely appreciative of my company. I looked at him with what I think was shock because he asked if I was alright. I excused myself to the ladies room and as I walked through I had to peak through the window to see if he would do it again. OMG!!! He was full on digging for green nuggets and putting that same finger in his mouth. Holy crap, was he chewing on his boogers?!? And he dug in the other nostril as well. FML, I'm out with the "Booger Addict"! I stood there in complete shock for a couple of minutes. Is he hungry? How full can someone get eating the crust from their nose? Does he know that this coffee shop makes sandwiches?
I returned to the table and he reached out to hold my hand and I couldn't. He went cave diving in those two holes called his nostrils. Um no!
I made up some BS story about my mom needing me. I said goodbye, smiled and almost sprinted to my car.
Note to self...pay attention to a man who has nostrils the size of quarters.
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