So long, Latina...

Well, our initial dates and meetings got off to a rough start with my being sick, her being sick, my being busy, and her being busy.  I tried calling a couple of times, admittedly half-heartedly, but never got a call back for several days.

I think its safe to call this one gone as well. 
Aside from out political views on some things, her weird ideas on conspiracy theories was sorta' a deal breaker for me.

See ya!

Dinner with a Latin Flavor

"We still on?", I sent in a text.

"YES!", was the reply.
I pulled into traffic and was on my way during heavy traffic to make it past the Galleria area by 7pm.
The phone rang with her name;
"Yes?"
"Hey! Can you pick me up? My sister has to use my truck."
"Huh?"

I absorb the situation and agree that its probably the best option.
Having pulled up to her complex, I am greeted by her and her sister, who immediately takes down my name and license plate information.
WTF?
Since I picked her up, the original location of our dinner wasn't sounding as appetizing.
I take in my surroundings and realize there is a half decent restaurant right in front of us.   Parking the car, we go in and eventually get our order and start our conversation.

As she begins, I take in her features; Slightly heavy, with smiling eyes, tan (naturally) skin, with a slightly suggestive blouse.
She goes on about reverse racism and how she is considered the ultra-conservative of her family; She has a hate (that I share) for the local LULAC president/Clan Director, or whatever.


During the course of the conversation, I tested the waters as far as her sexually being open.
Swinging wasn't even remotely appealing, nor were threesomes.
I didn't dare to bring up any of the other things.

The dinner and conversation went well, no red flags came up, but the date overall was.....blah.


I'm hoping for another date in the near future, though to see if there is a spark.