HE SAID/SHE SAID: Best and Worst Dates Ever!
Best and Worst Dates with Mercedes Wright and F. Khristopher Blue of www.misterblue.net
I had talked to this girl for a while on social media and we agreed to meet at a mutual friend’s party. She appeared to be into me for two hours while we talked, isolated from the rest of the party. I went to the restroom, got a new drink, chatted with some other people for a bit, but afterwards I couldn’t find her. I didn’t see her the rest of the night, and nobody knew where she’d gone. As I was leaving the party, one of the many cars was an SUV with fogged up windows. I didn’t find out until the next morning through our mutual friend that it was her in the vehicle, and she’d banged some dude she had met only minutes after me.
The girl I was really interested in asked if we could go apple picking, which is as boring as it sounds. I wouldn’t have minded boring but I was allergic to something there and my face swelled up like the Elephant Man. Imagine that scene out of Hitch, except I don’t have the charisma of Will Smith and there was no wacky sidekick. She never called me again, for some reason.
I started talking to this girl online, we got along well and agreed to meet up on a popular street that has a bunch of active nightlife, like restaurants and bars. Well I go to meet her at the place she chose, but it turns out it’s 21+ only. I’m texting her explaining that I’m 20 and can’t get in. After like 15 minutes she comes out, says hi and chats, then says she has to go back in because it’s one of her friends’ birthday, but she’d like me to wait for her to come back down. I waited another 20, at least, before saying screw it and calling it on what was the shortest, yet most humiliating date ever.
This guy who I met over Instagram asked to take me out several times and I resisted and declined several times, but one night I decided why not? We went to this really nice bar uptown, and enjoyed a variety of fancy cocktails and overpriced appetizer type trays. When the check comes he goes to pay, but his card was declined. He pulls out two more, both of those are declined as well. I had to intervene and save us some embarrassment, because I’m not sure what his solution would’ve been, but I didn’t want to roll up my sleeves and do dishes. I paid, and we agreed to a second date, but I joked with him to bring cash next time. He texts here and there but hasn’t mustered up the courage to ask me out again. Did I get conned into buying some dude expensive drinks?
This wasn’t as much about the person I went on the date with as what we saw on the date. He was a nice enough guy, but during dinner at this cool, new sushi place I spotted a familiar face across the room. It was my dad and he was making out with a lady. The lady was not my mom. I was so horrified I ran out of the restaurant. My poor date was freaking out wondering what he did wrong. I asked him to take me home and explained, through tears, what I saw. I’m sure he was a good guy but after a first date like that, there was no future.
This guy tried to be really sweet and surprise me by taking me to a book signing by a well-known author because he knew I was a big reader. The problem was that the well-known author was my awful ex who cheated on me and nearly ruined my life. I didn’t want to be mean to my date so when we pulled up I told him I was really hungry and would rather go eat, because I didn’t want to get into the story. He got really upset and said I was unappreciative and he would rather just take me home. I was going to explain it, but he was being such a jerk at that point, I just chalked it up as a loss and moved on.