I was right... he was dull. The date was dullsville.
The journey up there was a lot of effort to keep conversation flowing... and I don't usually have much trouble with people, especially not THAT much.
I had a bunch of back up topics for if conversation was stale, and we blew through them ALL in the first hour. I mean literally - reminiscing about when we were younger (we went to a few of the same parties when we were 15), College, Uni, Movies, Music, Religion, Travel, My family, His family, What we want in the future etc etc... and none of what he said was interesting at all.
He's into cars, he's into science, and he's a teaching assistant with a teaching qualification. He doesn't read books, he doesn't watch a lot of movies, he's not into any specific music... he had no stories from uni (I have tonnes, but didn't feel like he'd appreciate them

). He's been on one road trip around italy which sounded like two guys getting stoned in a car most of the time, and never met a girl while he was at uni...
... wonder why...
Anyway, we got to the pub and I played him at pool. I'm good at pool, he thought he was good at pool. I beat him three times and I could tell he was getting annoyed so I let him win the last one. I tried to make the games more fun by talking about 'put off' rules (where your allowed to put off the other played in any way you think is distracting i.e. bending over provocatively or hitting on the bum with your pool cue

), and he tried to join in with one feeble tab of my bottom... but the guys just not a natural flirt.
Saw the movie (great by the way) and he afterwards asked me if i'd been following that because he wasn't sure he understood most of it...
Now here comes the big moment when I realise that this is definitely not something I want to repeat again:
I lost my little black jacket. I took it off in the seat at the cinema, I looked around for it and I couldn't find it... but it was now midnight and he looked like he wanted to get out of there. No offer of 'oh, let me help you find it'... and I really couldn't see it so I just gave up for the sake of leaving...
But I LOVED that little black jacket.
And as we're driving home, now in silence which i'm trying to pretend is comfortable and just because we're both tired... I realise that the loss of that jacket was not worth the date.
I'd rather have not gone on that date and still have my jacket
The only point of conversation in the car was asking me what I was doing new year's (which i'm working), because his sisters boyfriend is having some party at a mansion with dj's a stuff. I'm assuming he wanted to ask me to it, but I couldn't go even if i'd wanted to.
So we get back to mine, and by this point i'm completely sure I don't want to kiss him goodnight, but thinking i'll probably have to. But no. He leans in, pecks me on the cheek, doesn't offer to walk me to my door and drives off.
But hey, here's hoping he didn't kiss me because he didn't think it went all that well either!
Then I don't have to find a nice way of saying 'No thanks' to a second date invitation.
CONCLUSION - I have GOT to stop dating people just because it seems like I shouldn't be so picky... I should always always go with my gut. Even if my gut means i'm single for a large portion of my life.
It's the smile and the eyes. I can tell, deep down, you've thought about doing bad things

...and maybe you have
Wouldn't you like to know
Cute as a button! I'd be honored to take you to see a flick!
Thanks
