Elvis, Burrito's and Upset Stomach

Its 2008, and I met a "landscape artist" on the Internet.  We  had several conversations on the phone and for whatever reason, we were unable to get together in person.  This upset my artist to the the point that he became hostile and said some pretty unreasonable things on the phone.  I quickly ended the conversation and didn't think of him again.....Flash  forward to 2010, when I have entered the world of face boo and am enjoying catching up with long lost friends.  I am the first to admit that my memory is not what it used to be, so I was "accepting" anyone that asked to be my friend.  Guess who one of them was? I'm not sure how he found me or how he even remembered my name (oh, who am I kidding, you don't forget "Cher" or "Madonna" right? lol).  Anyway, I added this guy and we exchanged short emails, IM's and/or posts to each other.  Every few months or so he would throw out an invitation for a date and in my usual lack of trust in men, I would turn him down.   So many years, texts, emails and posts later, I decide to take him up on his offer and we agree to meet at a Mexican Restaurant.

My date pulled up in his "paid for" 1996 Ford truck and proudly told me  "it has over 250,000 miles!"  You don't say?   Anyway, he was cute, really tall and built like I like.  We enter the restaurant and already I can feel some regret on our restaurant choice.  My first clue on how the food would be should have been the 50's music playing overhead. Mexican restaurant, Elvis....hmmm.  We get seated and after asking the server her recommendation, went with the Chile Verde burrito.  

We talked about the usual topics, including past relationships. I had remembered he had a posting about a girl he had been dating for two weeks, and was suddenly told she was on her way to see him and was in a roll over and died.  He repeated the story, telling me that he thinks she really is not dead and had several people in on the scam.  OMG, how screwed up does one have to be to date someone like this, and/or what might he have done her for her to go to the trouble of faking her own death to get away from him?   He finishes his story and we finish our meal.  Both left me troubled and with an upset stomach.   I hate dating, it takes way too long to get  to the point where people stop trying to be who they are not and the real person comes crawling out.  Although often lonely, my gut reaction in 2008, was this was not the guy for me.  In 2012, I still believe this to be the case.  Or, maybe I am just regressing back to sabotaging.  Either way, he was off on another date the next day, so I don't think there was loss on either of our parts.