by Tina Christian

Created on: June 19, 2008

Have you ever been dumped because you weren't accepting enough of someone? You may be surprised but this isn't a cultural issue, a religious issue, or even a political issue that many individuals have faced in their dating careers. What do you do when someone has branded you a, high-maintenance hygiene snob? I have been on many blind dates and this one took the Jimmy Choos and ran downtown with them.

I agreed to meet a guy, we'll call Mr. S (go ahead get create, you fill in the blank) I'd been messaging him for a while. I had discovered we had a few things in common including a love of film and going to the same college. So, the day arrives and we agreed to see a well known comedy then go to lunch after. When he picked me up I knew I was in trouble when I opened the passenger side door to his car. A heavy vanilla scent whooshed out over a note of old sweat and rancid body odor. I figured it had to be the car and the fact it was during the hottest part of the day. I hadn't seen the source of the smell until I was belted in and we were well on our way. My eyes immediately began to water sitting next to my date. I preceded to ask Mr. S if he minded that I open the window since the air conditioner didn't work. I then began to crank the handle as if the boat I was on was going down and whether or not we stayed afloat and lived was all up to me.

Trying to give Mr. S the benefit of the doubt I asked him if he'd just worked out or had gotten off of work (which was physical labor position) that morning. "No, he replied in a suspicious tone, "I just got up and showered to come pick you up, why?"

"Oh I was just wondering," (quick think of anything) then I continued to ask mundane questions while looking at traffic. The guy was wearing a shirt that was a wet arm-pit stained splattered modern art piece on fabric, which looked like it hadn't been laundered in months. This didn't disguise the cigarette stained teeth and smokers mouth brushing by my burning nostrils whenever he'd look at me to talk (isn't this what mints were for?) Id get the distinct vision of what had been eaten for dinner the previous night and a factory smoke stack.

Overall, to be kind, the movie was the best part of the date. Conversation afterwards, consisted of bar stories about his various shock value approaches to hitting on women and what would I do if he hit on me like that? To be nice I'd chuckled saying that would depend on the situation. After the stimulating odor of the conversation and Mr. S. I couldn't continue the date by going to lunch after as we agreed. I claimed needing to get to class early that day, well it was true I couldnt be late. A long ten minutes later Mr. S takes me home and he precedes to shock me by telling me I'm too high-maintenance for him. Shocked looking at myself in jeans and a casual summer t-shirt, I look at him asking instantly (I couldn't help it I'm usually more composed), "Is it because I wear deodorant?"

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