Tale of the balding spaz

So, I should have known upon first communication that this guy was gonna be a weirdo. He wrote me this long winded message about how he thinks that when you're on a first date, you should just kiss each other so that you get the first kiss is out of the way. He talked for ages about how he never knows the right time to kiss a girl. I was like, uuuuuh doesn't that just happen naturally? Well, it does for me. So, I replied telling him that I thought that was a really weird idea. And that I would not be down. So, upon planning our meet-up for this evening, balding spaz (couldn't tell he was balding in his photos obviously) was super opposed to going to a bar for a drink. He supposedly feels that he cannot properly be himself at a bar. He then offered to bring his massage table over to my house. I was like, uuuum not a chance. I then told him that he should never ask a girl that he doesn't know if she wants a massage. That is creepy! So, now you ask, what the fuck was a I doing meeting up with this guy after that kinda crap. Good question because I can't answer it! So, I tell him he's meeting me at a bar since I am not committing to anything more than that with a guy I've never met. We go to Dalva which is just a few blocks away from me. He shows up 1/2 hour early because he forgot the time we were supposed to meet. I show up and immediately notice the balding factor. Then, we start talking and about once every 5 minutes, he gets overly excited about something he's talking about and kinda does this weird spaz out where his voice gets really loud and he pounds the table in excitement. Hence the name "the balding spaz". So, we have 1 beer and during I keep talking about how tired I am. So, he got the hint and I was able to excape after only 1 drink. YIKES!