“Is he coming? Am I being stood up? Guess I’m being stood up.” Those were my thoughts as I sat at a local bar watching football.

I met Mr. Too Late online. It was actually my third first date on this particular dating app. The previous two first dates had not gone well, so this was actually my last time giving this site a chance. I was hopeful, sometimes it takes three tries to score a good one (or in this case to be “out”). He came across as having potential when we chatted online, we seemed to have a lot to talk about. We talked for probably about a week, then the in person meet was scheduled. We were going to meet at a local bar close by to watch football, pretty much so I could watch my Patriots game. It seemed like a well oiled plan.

Day of he had not contacted me (red flag), so I texted him about 15 minutes before meet time to ask if it was still a go. He said yes and he was going to be a little late because he was helping his sister. I told him I was going to go ahead and head to the bar to watch my game.

Fast forward about 30 minutes (his new show up time), no sign of him and no message either. At this point the bartenders knew my situation and that I was waiting for my date to show. They were skeptical, like me, that he was even going to come. About 45 minutes into watching my game, my cousin and her boyfriend came to join me. (I asked her to come because I thought I was being stood up.) It seemed like it was obvious my date was a no show, so we decided to have fun making jokes about it. My cousin took a picture of me with my arm on the empty stool next to me and I posted it on Instagram as a joke about how much “fun” online dating is.

Now fast forward about an hour after the date was supposed to happen, and I get a text from him saying he’s here. I was completely shocked and I’m not going to lie, I wanted to ignore his text. I even asked my cousin’s opinion to get confirmation that it was okay to ignore him. But I didn’t (because she said not to ignore him), so he came over to the bar to join us. Introductions were made and he sat down to talk and order a beer. We started to talk and he told me why he was so late. I immediately noticed his breath was really bad. Even worse, he was spitting on me when he talked. He had braces…surprise! I’m glad he is taking care of his teeth, but not a single picture showed him with braces. Braces are definitely something you can’t and shouldn’t hide.

At this point, I am wanting him to leave. He was not my type at all and I couldn’t handle his breath. I kept turning and talking to my cousin or holding my breath when he talked, but eventually I got up to go to the bathroom and told my cousin to join me. While in the bathroom we both agreed that his breath was really bad. She also agreed to help me out and get rid of him. I waited in the hallway near the bathroom so he wouldn’t see me. Poor guy. Yes, I was a wimp, but it was just more fun (and easier) for my cousin to do the deed.

He finally left, so I went back to the bar to hear the details about how my cousin got rid of him. She pretty much told him that he should leave because I’m not into him. So he left. He paid for my drinks and the appetizer my cousin and I ate, it was a nice gesture. He also texted me after he left, telling me I should have told him to leave myself and blah blah blah about how things turned out. In his long text he also felt the need to tell me that he thought I was fine waiting because I was watching my team. Dude, sorry, but no girl is okay with waiting an hour for a date to show, especially a first date.

So, there you have it, my third and last first date on that particular dating app. And, nope, I have not gone on it again. “It really is the dating app to be deleted,” like one of the bartenders said.