All my single Sorors, Sisters in Greekdom and sisterfriends should be able to relate to this.
Why does it seem like I am doomed to go from one horrible, raggedy date to another?
*falling on my knees, looking up to the heavens* WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Seriously, what are some bad dates you guys have been on? I'm hoping to find some solace in knowing it's not just me!
Here's one of my many, many, many jacked up dates.
First and foremost, I met this guy in the club. Now we all know that, in and of itself, is dangerous. As usual, he was decent-looking in the club, but turned out to be a gargoyle when the light hit him.
Anyway, he was driving a huge SUV that I almost needed a rope to climb into. Do you think he opened the door for me? Ha! So I get in and his seats look like a set of two-year-olds triplets had been playing with a large order of fries on the seat. I mean, his car was filthy! Stains all on the seat belt and stuff... But I am a nice person (too nice, I think) so I went with the flow. The gargoyle with the dirty car could turn out to be all right... I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
So we're driving and I'm like, "Where do you feel like going for dinner?" Ladies, please tell me why he said, "Oh! I already ate!" I was livid. Here I hadn't eaten since breakfast because I knew I had a date, and what do NORMAL people usually do on their first dates? EAT! Why? So they can TALK! Then, he goes on to tell me that he thought we could go to the movies. I mean, how many strikes are we up to at that point? I don't have that many digits. So I say, "Just stop up at BK. It's on the way." We get to the drive-thru and he has the NERVE to put a big, cheesy grin on his face and say, "Go ahead! Order WHATEVER you want!"
Unreal! So, I tell him I want chicken tenders, he orders them and then he says, "And let me get a Whopper combo, too! I'm still a little hungry." I was so mad! He thought he was slick, a cheap bas... Never mind.
But if that weren't enough, we get to the movies (can ya'll believe I went? I told you I'm too nice?) and he throws his arm around me, revealing a huge pit stain, and leans in with hot, disgusting onion breath, and asks, "So. What do you like to do?" I looked him square in the eyes and replied, "I like to watch movies. In silence."
Needless to say, I monitored my Caller I.D. very closely for a few weeks after that....
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