I've been told many of times, that I should write a book about my dating antics. Truth be told, I don't think my truly, worthy relationships are all that interesting. Normal love stories, and relationships quirks, but perhaps the moments in between, the nothings, the almost somethings, and the 'oh I didn't remember that thing' things, maybe, those are pretty interesting. There are some Men that are great, stand up guys, but there are A LOT, and I mean a lot that, at least when it comes to women, fail. Some decisions they make that have so many of us women, scratching our heads. Trust me, we talk to each other. We agree in census that some things you do are less than smart when it comes to love. I always say I have so many, amazing, beautiful, smart friends and family members who are women but my list of amazing, handsome, smart guys is far more scarce. However, to be completely fair not a lot of straight men relate to me on a personal level. They find me intimidating, and unrelatable. Perhaps, my obsession with Bravo and french fashion is to blame. That and my utter dis-interest in sports, action movies or beer.
I was recently asked, what my worst dating experience was. I know that answer, I think it was probably one of the worst dates in history. I'd actually hardly consider it a date, but here it goes. My dear friend was dating a guy, I really didn't care for, but she was crazy about him at the time. He and his friend met us at a movie...coincidentally. I think it was a set up, but they never owned up to that part. He was thin, with thick hair with a really big, gleaming smile. He sat right next to me in the movie theater and kept trying to talk to me during the movie. He'd lean in close, and his breath reeked. I can't really remember the movie, but I know it wasn't really something I was all that interested to see. I was so uncomfortable,but I didn't want to be rude. I just kept my distance and wished for the movie to end. I believe the guys decided it would be fun to go mini golfing the next day. I probably, regrettably, gave my number to (who one of my friends, later referred to as 'Pauly D',because of his hair style) and the plans stood for the next day. My friend tried to convince me it would be fun, and even at my age (at the time 21) I knew, I didn't like to put myself in situations that made me uncomfortable. I'm a people pleaser through and through, so I went. We started innocent enough playing golf, which I find very boring but we were having an okay time. Apparently this place was BYOB, what a novel idea right? The guys drank and drank, and at some point must of done something harder than alcohol. They were being belligerent and loud and annoying. My friend kept looking to me, knowing I was miserable and didn't know what to do. There was a McDonald's next store, that the guys insisted on going. I don't want to sound like a snob, but really, a first date and you're taking a girl to McDonald's? We walked over, and it became clear we weren't there for some chicken nuggets, apparently they were there to meet a dealer. Yup, a drug dealer. I was over it, and my face sunk I wanted out of the situation but they drove me there. "Pauly D", as I will now refer to him int this story, seemed annoyed with me. I often become "the high maintenance" type to guys who don't understand me. I think that's a reflection on their own insecurities, but that's another story for another time. I'm pretty sure, I made it clear I wanted to go, I don't think it was even 8'o clock yet. I lived way North, and we were very south, I didn't really care if it was inconvenient for them, I wanted to go home."Pauly D" was drunk and high, and started calling his ex-girlfriend on the drive home, in a pathetic attempt to make me mad. Oh, forgot to mention this was 10 minutes after he rested his head on my shoulder while dosing off. I pushed his gel saturated, head off of my shoulder and his response was "Oh, my bad". Then, he called his ex-girlfriend. I finally got home and scrubbed the night off of me. The next day he texted me saying that they went to his ex's for more drinks and sorry I didn't have a good time. I asked him to not text me anymore and he responded by saying I owed them $10 for gas. I said, sure "I'll mail you a check", then "ghosted" him, meaning, ignored every attempt to converse with me, for the next 6 months as "What's up?" texts and messages populated my phone. I have a pretty low threshold for non-sense even from a pretty young age. It's comical to me now, and definitely my worst date ever. Stay Tuned for more dating antics in the future. Comment below with your worst date stories, I know we all have them!
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