The question of the day from a couple weeks back was “what was the worst date you’ve ever been on?”
The following is a response from one of our readers who was kind enough to share her “experience.” She has asked that I keep her name secret as she doesn’t want to embarrass the other fellow… or herself.
The story:
So I know this response is a little slow on the draw since the "bad date" post was like 2 weeks ago....but I thought you would think this story was funny. I met this guy on campus one nite back in college and we had coffee at Hampsteads and he seemed nice so I agreed to go on a date with him. I should have quit while I was ahead with the coffee....but then I wouldn't have had this great tale of woe for your blog. I think this guy only went to school with us for like a semester... I feel bad sending you this because he was a really nice guy....just maybe needed a little help on first dates :)
So....it gets off to a bad start as he clears an empty McDonald's fry box off the seat of his rusty pick-up so I can sit down. sigh. He then takes me to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner (bad call....loud, he watched TV the entire time, not exactly 1st date material restraunt). Dinner conversation starts out OK. He asks what I want to be when I graduate. I reply that I want to go to Medical School. He said, "Oh then you'll think this is cool! I have this condition called [insert disease name here which i've thankfully forgotten] where I have extra cartilage growing on my pelvic bones." Hmmm. I think he ment it innocently (not being perverted), but still...no girl wants to know that on a first date....even a girl who wants go into medicine. So then we go to rent a movie to watch at his apartment and he picks 8 Crazy Nights...the Adam Sandler cartoon movie based on The Hannakah song. (Although, in his defense, I did say I liked the movie Happy Gilmore in conversation at dinner.......) Again, not a great 1at date movie.
He insists on watching the reindeer song 3 times. i kid you not. My date had left his house key at home (meaning we were locked out) and his roommate had gone out for the night and refused to come unlock the apartment, so the guy I'm with climbs up the drain pipe of the apartment building to the second story balcony, goes through the patio, and unlocks the front door for me. I mean, I've heard of guys "getting the door" for a girl....but seriously. At the end of the (annoying) movie, I got up to use the restroom and came back and he was gone. no wallet, no keys, no phone, TV off.....gone. i was not amused. i turned on all the lights and started looking through the apartment. When I walked in the dining room he jumped out from under the dining room table and yelled "BOO! We should play hide and seek!" I told him I was tired and wanted to go home. That was the longest ride from Lakeland Drive to Clinton that I've ever been on. Fortunatly he turned the music up and I was free to stare out the window and zone out...well for the 1st half of the ride. Then he turned to me and excitedly exclaimed, "Hey! Do you like Blink 82?" I don't particularly care for the band, but at this point, I didn't really care. I said something vague along the lines of, "well, I mean I've heard them on the radio before." He responded, "well you'll LOVE this!" and pulled out a burned CD with......wait for it......the "What's my age again?" ACCOMPANYMENT TRACK...and sang the ENTIRE song. Oh yes, friend. I mean, who knew that even existed?! I really almost cried. I sqeaked out a quick "thanks for dinner" at the door of the dorm and bolted inside. He called incessantly after that.
Finally, a week later I bumped into him in the caf., where he looked worried as he told me that he'd enjoyed our date, but wasn't sure I was "his type." I have no idea what my response was, but I'm sure it barely audible.
-anonymous
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