kissing frogs

so about two months ago, i was out at a bar and thought the bartender was really cute. after gazing at him all night, my friend jess was really pushing for me to go and talk to him. i thought it would be cheesy... i mean, he probably got hit on all the time. before we were about to leave, i saw jess attempting to write my number on a coaster and give it to him. um, no. how lame would that be? so as we were leaving something took over me, and i marched over to the bar with a swift storm of courage running through me. i just walked right up and asked if he had a girlfriend (and when he said no), if he wanted my number. he took it, and even called me that very night. however, after that initial contact, we always seemed to miss each other.

until last night that is. basically, dave (the bartender) texted me and ended up meeting up with my friends and i. talk about a date from hell. and it was practically a date because we were chatting with each other over drinks all night. let's recap some of the lovely things he said:

1."chug on"... he kept saying this phrase. he later declared it was his own personal catchphrase and he was going to try and start it/see if it would catch on. (um. "fetch" in mean girls anyone?!)
2. "i'm a north shore snob." the north shore is notoriously wealthy. he's basically a self-proclaimed vanderbilt.
3. after making a racial slur, announced that "everyone in australia is pretty racist."
um, cool?
4. telling me my drink choice was boring, and following that drink choices say a lot about a person...

gag. barf. dry heave.
it's official. australian boys are so lame.
guess you have to kiss a lot of frogs to get to prince charming.