And this is why I don't date

Dinner tonight. A 'great guy' said my friends. He's professional, funny, well read. So after several weeks of being sick and postponing dinner, I met him.

Casual place, no pressure. Started with drinks, get-to-know-you chitchat. We talked about our kids, his are still young. We talked about our work. The appetizer came. Then he started talking about his ex. I don't have a problem with my ex. He's out of my life. That part of my life is over. I don't talk about him.

This guy proceeded to trash his ex like I have never heard a man speak before. Foul language, including the f-word in every sentence, which of course I can't tolerate. They've been divorced for over five years, and he's still carrying this ridiculous pent up anger. I had had enough, and very politely suggested that we change the subject. Suddenly, he's telling me that I'm just like her. Can't handle him, don't like his opinions, trying to control him.

What the crap? I don't know if the second drink chemically altered his brain. But I stood up, took a $20 out of my purse and placed it on the table. I told him he was an ass, no wonder his 'pathetic insecure b*tch of a wife' left him, I was going to, too. And I walked out.