Bachelor #3

I met the bitter old cat man on okcupid.com. His picture was fairly cute and his profile said he was a couple of inches taller than me which is one of my requirements.  I'm only 5'6", so it's not that hard to find a guy taller than me.  He was an IT guy for a large company and lived around the corner from his ex-wife so he could see his children regularly.  That was weird, but he had a good reason I guess.  He sounded really nice on the phone. We talked for a couple of weeks and decided to have dinner.  I was going through a phase where I was trying to give more guys a chance and look outside of my usual type of guy.  Although we didn't have a lot in common he was intelligent and kind.  He also seemed like a good father.  He griped about his ex-wife a lot though and talked about what a bad mother she was.  He also was a major sci-fi nerd and played computer games every night.  He had two cats as well.  I'm allergic to cats.  That can be a deal breaker.  Something about a man with cats.  It's just weird.  But the real deal breaker was dinner.  I had dressed in a cute sweater and cami, done my hair and make-up, and in general put effort into my appearance.  Dinner was at the Cheesecake Factory, one of my favorite places, so he was getting points for that.  I met him there and he was dressed in shorts, a ratty t-shirt, and old man tennis shoes.  Not to mention he didn't exactly look like his picture.  He was heavier and looked strange, kind of like an elf or dwarf or something.  He was also a few inches shorter than he had claimed on his profile.  His ears turned down like Dopey on Snow White... so not cute on a grown man.  Then came his weird eating habits.  He ate pizza, burgers, steak, and french fries. NOTHING ELSE!  No vegetables, no pasta, rice, NOTHING!  I'll admit I'm a picky eater, but come on man!  He ordered a burger, plain and dry, well done and french fries.  He got a diet coke to drink but didn't use a straw.  Every time he took a drink, he'd take ice in his mouth and then spit it back into his glass. Sick!  His manners were disgusting!  He never once said thank you to the waitress either.  He proceeded to gripe about his ex throughout dinner.  
I ordered water to drink, no appetizer, a half order of pasta, and no dessert!  I tried to pay for my own meal, but he insisted.  I made sure he didn't have to spend too much.  I just wanted the hell out!  I managed to be seated, eat, and pay out during the dinner rush at the Cheesecake Factory in less than an hour!  Tell me that's not a record.  He actually tried to kiss me in the foyer on the way out! Gross! I gave him a side hug and thanked him for dinner.  He got the hint and said, "Catch you later." Ha! I hope not!  This is pretty much what he looked like minus the ponytail and add some round boring glasses.