worst date: (it's long, but it's worth the read, I promise)
After my divorce I wanted to date a lot after being out of the scene for 10 years, so I did the Yahoo personal ad thing. At that time, you didn't have to pay anything for it. So, one guy replies to my ad and we chat online a lot. He has a 15 year old that he has custody of, seems like a really nice guy. He didn't have a picture. We finally agree to meet at a local restaurant for dinner. His last words to me before the date were "I'm usually wearing a denim baseball cap" .. first red flag!
So, I'm waiting to turn left into this restaurant and see a car with two people in it turn right into the parking lot. One of them is wearing a cap. I think "odd, two people wearing baseball caps at the same restaurant?" I don't see them exit their car because I'm parking. I take a minute to check the makeup and go into the restaurant. I walk in and start to look around to see if anybody with a denim cap is there. Near the door, a man is waving to me. It's hard to tell his cap is denim because it's covered with grease (like mechanics oil grease.. black). I look at him, note he has very long very greasy hair coming out from under that cap, but he's obviously the person I'm there to meet because he's waving me over. He is wearing a jean jacket that is as filthy as his hat. He gives me a big grin and is missing 3 front teeth. I am already trying to figure out how quickly I can get out of there.
I then notice that there is someone else at his booth. His 15 year old son is sitting across from him in the booth. This fine young man has a mohawk and numerous piercings and is just as filthy as his father. I start to panic.. Where am I supposed to sit? Next to Dad? Next to Son? I decide next to Dad, but I'm afraid something will crawl out of his sleeve so I sit as far on the edge of the booth that I can, like half on the seat, half off. I am frantic in trying to figure out how to get through this "date".
We chat while waiting for our food. I have been looking for a house so I can move out of my ex-husband's house. I tell a little about my house hunting experiences and Junior pipes up "You should just get a good double wide". They spend some time telling me about Junior's brother who doesn't fit in with the family at all because he gets good grades, is going to college, likes classical music and art and stuff like that. He doesn't even like Nascar. He chose to live with Mom though because he was such a freak.
Topic of Junior's mohawk comes up. Dad says "I was real mad when I came home and he had that haircut". I say "I worked at *** Hospital on the adolescent psych unit and if the worst thing he's doing is cutting his hair weirdly, then he's doing alright". Dad says "YOU worked there? HE (pointing to Jr.) was there in February!" (I was still there in February, but worked outpatient and Junior had been inpatient). Junior then tells me about this awesome riot that he and two other boys started.. I remember this riot, a security guard was hurt, they injured one of the nicest nurses I've ever met. Yes, my biggest nightmare, a former patient, not a nice depressed suicidal one, but an oppositional defiant disorder former patient, on a date with me and his dad.
As soon as I finished my dinner, I got the hell out of there. Dad kept trying to IM me, but I ended up blocking him. He didn't understand why I didn't think the date went well. I pulled my personal ad off of Yahoo and didn't use it again until it was a paying service, at which time I met more guys who were more my style.
Best date ever: When my ex husband and I were dating, in the summer, we would drive around to different festivals and ride every ferris wheel we could find. We had a blast
