Do you still live in your parent's basement too?

Early on in my attempt at online dating I established a profile on match.com. I was surprised to see that there was quite a buffet of attractiveness and I couldn't wait to try out the sampler platter.

A good looking blonde haired, blue eyed guy started emailing me and we chatted for what seemed like a few weeks. He wanted to do something low key (as did I being new to the online dating thing), so we scheduled a happy hour/trivia date at the local Fado Irish Pub.

Drinks and chatting turned out to be pleasant. The trivia part of the date, well not so much. He actually sucked at trivia and I do believe that my mother's Chihuahua, Melvin could have done a better job at such shitty guessing. I would have totally stopped at that and filed this date in the "I'll give you another try, maybe trivia is just not your thing file", but his response to the check coming just closed his casket with me.

Yes, I know what you're all thinking. But I am a lady and when I am asked out on a date (a cheap one at that) I expect the other person to treat. Instead of pulling the whole, I'll be right back and ditching this guy, I coughed up my half of the bill, which was a whopping 11.00. Then my fantasy date proceeded to ask me if I'd like to come back to his place and play PS3. Really?

As intriguing as this offer was and as much as I wanted to work on my Leisure Suit Larry: Box Office Bust skills, I politely declined. Talk about a dodged connection and a wonderful welcome to the online dating world! Did he live with his parents too?