The Guy I Don't Want to Date

I was at the carwash and there was a guy wearing gray fatigue patterned shorts, a bright read shirt, keens and sunglasses perched on his head. While the rest of us were hanging out waiting patiently for our cars to be finished he was standing over his car directing them in a loud voice to get the inside grooves of the car. He spoke loudly and repeated himself over and over the way some people do when they assume someone cannot speak English and if they do they are too dumb to understand the meaning behind the words. “Inside, inside the grooves…” he kept repeating. Then he stepped back, but not ot where the rest of us sat, but just a few steps back with his arms folded as if he was the supreme supervisor over the clean of his car. When the car was close to ready, he didn’t wait for them to call him over; he jumped into his car and started to drive away. There was a petite little woman still trying to finish drying off his car and I am surprised he didn’t run her over.

I might not know exactly what I am looking for, but I definitely know what I am NOT looking for—I hope that is half the battle!