How Many Frogs?

The old saying goes: "You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince!".  I want to know how many frogs I'll have to meet before I find mine.

Went to a dinner meet-up with a group called "Alive and Kickin' ".  We met at Jose Tejas Mexican Restaurant in Fairfield.  It was pouring as I drove to the restaurant -- not an auspicious start to the evening since I am not happy about driving any distance in the rain and/or dark of night.  But I got there easily enough and found the group -- 5 women were there before me and they seemed nice enough. 

Before we sat down, a group regular, Bob, showed up and decided that he had to talk to me and only me.  He seemed nice enough, but definitely not dating material -- on the schlubby side, paunchy, and old looking.  There was something very unkempt about him and he was trying way too hard to impress me.  Wanted to shake him and talk to the women but I didn't have the heart to be unkind.

Then on our way to the table another guy suddenly showed up -- Dan who looked like a short Mr Clean wannabe.  I don't know what pheromones I was sending out, but he also decided that I was the only one to talk to.  Maybe its my new haircut!

Dan wound up herding me to the end of the long rectangular table -- me at the end, Dan next to me, with Bob following and sitting himself opposite me.  I was a bit annoyed that I now was isolated from the rest of the women and could not join in their conversation -- and on top of that the restaurant was so noisy!  But not too noisy to hear Dan yell at a waiter who wasn't even the waiter for our table because Dan wanted water and it wasn't coming fast enough.  Lord!

Bob works for some scientific company in Parsippany -- but he isn't a scientist -- I couldn't hear what he actually does.  Dan was a stock broker but now wants to become an actor and is "up for a voice over" (in his own words).  Bob kept on throwing out the names of okay but none too fancy restaurants and asking me if I knew them.  Dan told me he was taking swing and hustle and Italian lessons in addition to going to acting class.  Then in the middle of dinner (none too great dinner unfortunately) Dan stood up and left the table -- I thought to use the restroom but it turns out he just got up and left to go to a dance party or take a swing lesson -- not so much as a goodbye.  Ask me how happy I was sitting at the end of the table next to an empty chair with only Bob to talk to for  the rest of the evening.

Mercifully the evening was short and I was soon able to leave.  Got home safely despite the continuing rain.  But all the swampy wetness did make me think of frogs!