Al Capone sans Cigar

I went on my first churning date and it was, well, okay. I signed up for an internet dating site and was set up with a man who described himself as "Al Capone sans cigar". He was perfectly pleasant, a very nice man. He was enthusiastic and engaging. He brought me a rose (pictured left) which was very nice. But, alas, there was no chemistry.

I think it is best described like this: He was a square peg and I was a ham sandwich. He showed up with a lovely flower which I am sure he thought was a chivalrous gesture. I wondered what I was going to do with a rose combined with babies breath wrapped in cellophane from Ecuador (that was what the label said). Then I wondered how long I had to stay on a date that I knew would go nowhere. It is a craptastic feeling to meet someone and know that you don't want to see them again. If you stay for a while are you leading them on? If you leave right away is it disrespectful? I ended up staying for 57 minutes. It was a pleasant conversation with a kind person I will not see again. And so begins the churn.