Hollywood Douche

I met a guy who seemed to be "nice" a few weeks back when attending a cocktail party with my friend Appel. I originally went to the party to lend my moral support to a great friend working in the entertainment world. The cocktail party itself was thrown for a group of people (assuming with money) to receive funds for an upcoming project. I of course completely out of my element stuck to my friend like glue. During the event there were several people (all men) who came us to us and started conversations, mainly with my friend cause she's cute. But One guy in particular came up and started the conversation of "what do you do" blah blah blah. He seemed nice enough and every time he went to the bar he asked us if we wanted anything (big plus in my book). As the night went on he asked for my number. Although I was not attracted to him I thought I should at least give him a chance.

After several text messages and one flaking (on my part) we had decided to finally meet up at The Thompson Hotels rooftop bar. I met him there (because that’s how I roll) after work. Once meeting on the rooftop we quickly ordered drinks and started in on what I thought would be friendly conversation. Instead it was what I would call a "roast" of ME. He at first started in on the fact that I had flaked on him a few weeks back. In my defense, my job actually got in the way and I was super busy trying to replace the awesome coordinator in my office. After several minutes of going on and on on how I flaked on him I was ready to move on. He was not. He went on for several more minutes. Seeing that I was not finding the humor in what he kept calling "comedy" he moved on....to bagging on the area of LA I live in. He started arguing with me about the bars opening up on my side of town by actually telling me that it wasn't happening. And I quote "Oh honey, you are thinking of Studio City, not Sherman Oaks" Oh you're right douchebag, stupid me. There are NO BARS opening up right next to my place where I bar hop every weekend and walk to with my friends. Stupid me, that's all the way in Studio City. Duh, of course you would know my neighborhood better than I, what was I thinking??? After that wonderful little argument he asked me who the last person I dated was(never a good question). When I told him I had dated a 26 year old for a split second he said "26?? Oh HONEY you are way to old to date a 26 year old." again, thank you for your input. Funny, I don’t remember asking you to judge me on the people I have dated in the past. Right after telling me I'm old, he asked me if I drink anything other than beer because "you're 34 and you can't drink beer forever, sweetie you'll get fat" Oh cool ok, so let me get this straight so far I'm old, live in a shitty part of town and will soon get fat. So why did you ask me out??
After what seemed like an eternity (and only one beer for me because I wanted to hurry and drive home) he begins to tell me that he is newly divorced in April to a woman that broke up with him after 8 years through an email. Double awesome, you're an asshole AND bitter. The last conversation was about the fact that I'm Italian. That came up because he told me that I'm loud (ya and?) so when I responded with "I'm Italian, my family's loud" his response was...wait for it wait for it "oh thank God you're Italian. I thought you were either Italian or Jewish. I'm glad it's the first one"
AND THERE IT IS.
On that note I decided it was time to end the (forever) night and told him I had to go. He walked me to the valet where I had to pay the $7.00 until I realized I didn't have cash and he forked it over (wow 1 beer and valet so nice)
Once I was safely in my car he asked if I had plans on Sunday I said yes. He asked if I had plans on Monday, I said yes. Sorry douchebag, but I've got plans the rest of my life.