Bad Dates

I read Her et al‘s post about the worst first/last date and I was immediately transported back to some really, really bad dates.

The first bad date that immediately came to mind was with a guy I was set up with by by cousin and her hairdresser friend.  It wasn’t a blind date, we met at the salon and talked a lot before going out.  We went to a local pub, listened to great music, and talked about deep stuff.  I have to be honest, I was not attracted to him and he really didn’t flip my lid with his conversation skills.  Either way, the drinks were free.  So when we left the pub, he started driving the wrong way.  I asked him where he was going, and his response was “you’ll see.”  Obviously I wasn’t all that keen on his surprise, and by the time I wrapped my head around it, he had driven down a dark path (note – path, not road) into the dunes area of the beach and parked.  There were no lights, no buildings, no cars, nothing.  I asked him what he was thinking, and he said he figured it was a good place for us to “chill” and talk, read: make-out.  I bet that if I were interested in him, I might not have flipped the EFF out, but he was given one chance to start the car and take me home before I destroyed him.

I remember another date I went on with a guy who worked the midnight shift at O’Hare Airport.  So I met him at an Applebee’s about 30 minutes from where I lived.  He was late, so I ordered a drink at the bar.  When he arrived and found me having a drink, he was less than pleased and made it clear he did not appreciate me starting without him.  I don’t remember eating there, but I know we then went in his car to a stock car race in the middle of nowhere Indiana.  I guess he thought it was a good idea to cover his blind date in dirt and ladybugs, and not be able to talk over the roar of the cars.  Folks, when I say stock car race, I mean a bunch of rednecks in the woods with homemade cars…not the stuff you see on TV.  After hours of that trash, we drove back to the Applebee’s parking lot where he proceeded to ask me for a BJ before he goes to work.  That’s right, this imbecile asked for a BJ, and when I refused, he proceeded to call me every name in the book.

I have SOOOOOOOOO many more.  I went on a lot of really bad first/last dates in between my two marriages over the last 15 years.  Maybe I’ll remember some of them and tell more.