I met a great looking guy in the line at Starbucks and we shared a table for awhile, chatted and decided to exchange numbers. He was funny, smelled good, and dressed well. There was something funny about his front tooth, but his green eyes seemed to diminish this one physical flaw. I was excited to think that my happy ending would result in a wedding on the beach and a fun story for the grand kids about how I met the love of my life in the line at Starbucks. This , however, did not happen. After our initial meeting, our second date was pleasant, but not amazing. He attempted to kiss me when we met at the restaurant, and I turned my head to allow a kiss on the cheek. This seemed to offend him but I made it clear that I wasn't ready for that. He then laughed and said I must be a good Christian girl and he liked that, but that he made the rules about kissing and that he would get one by the end of the night. Over dinner I learned he was a good old country boy who liked to take care of his momma who lived next door and that he had never been married. Even with these red flags flying, I agreed on a third date. At the end of the evening, he grabbed me and stole a good night kiss. I was taken aback, not too happy, and ignored the red flags again. He jumped in his over sized , over sized truck after asking me out again . On the third date we went to Target together, walked around a shoe store together( where he did buy me a pair of shoes) and ate a burger and shared fries for dinner. This was fun and casual, and we actually laughed a lot. But at some point, the conversation went South. In general, he talked about himself, his job, his clothes, his house, his momma, his truck, his money, his momma, his money, his momma and more about himself. I smiled and nodded and never said a word. I am a great date. Eventually, he spoke about his brother, a confirmed gay man. I am not sure at what point I felt afraid for my life, but when I said that we all have at least one relative who is born that way and that I had several gay friends whom I adored. I saw the flames shooting out of his ears and the daggers flying from his eyes. He got the check and we made our way out to the parking lot. I thought he was moving in for a hug and I moved forward toward him thinking that would be the end of the date, but he backed away and thought I was trying to kiss him. He said to me, "I wouldn't kiss you again if you paid me $1000 dollars!" He got in his truck and drove away. I stood there in the parking lot with the Red Robin neon sign glaring at me. I shook my head and got in my car, rolled my eyes and feeling relieved I would not be picking out a wedding dress anytime soon. Strangely, he sent me a smiley face and a "thank you for a great date" text later that evening. I responded with a long list of things that had offended me from his comment in the parking lot to his inability to love his own brother. He seemed to be shocked that I was offended by his comment and asked when he could kiss me in the future. I blocked his number. This guy was nuts. I added him to my list of men who had a bi-polar, homophobic, momma's boy complex. I also added Starbucks to the list of places not to meet men.