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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

WHERE HAVE THE KNIGHTS IN SHINING ARMOR GONE?

Ever been on a bad date? I'm not bragging but I've never been treated badly on a date nor have I been on plenty of dates (sorry to the ladies that have). That's what I want to blog about this week. 

I've been single and been on roller coasters. Did I mention I hate roller coasters? (That's another story)..but anyways, I recently became civil with the idea of "dating." So I met this guy and he asked me to go on a date. Given we spoke almost everyday via texting and knew a lot about each other. Education, work, hobbies, you know the basics. 

The date day arrives (beware I am the WORST at dating). I'm ready to be picked up at 8pm, as he suggested. He's 15 mins late. (Such a big pet peeve but I let it slide. Let's say "traffic" on a Sunday evening is hectic). We go to Boston Pizza for dinner (I'm all for bar food and sports but NOT on the first day but whatever I was starving by this point). We order. Waiting for our order to come to our table, we're making small talk. I'm so bad at this. Needless to say, awkward silence was present more than once or twice. 

Alleluia! Food arrives! Now, it may come across as I'm a bitch or I'm super picky BUT everyone is picky. We all just pick at different things so don't judge me because of something. Anyway, while eating the guy had the nerve to take his fork and bring it across the table to my plate!!! This is if not my NUMBER ONE pet peeve, its very HIGH up there! HE PICKED OFF MY PLATE!! Needless to say, for me, the date ended there. I finished eating and was ready to be taken home. 

...The rest of the date continued. I was the least bit interested now. More disgusted then anything. He asks for the check. The waiter asks if we want to pack up our food. I say no. He says he does. I expected this dude to just pack his food up BUT nope! Surprise, surprise, he packs up mine too! (Can you say GHETTO?! You don't do that!) I'm officially putting on my coat ready to run out the door. The bill finally comes. We go dutch (Also a pet peeve. I'm all for being independent, blah, blah, blah BUT YOU asked ME out buddy! At least show me you can treat me!) ..I pay. He pays.

There was no second date. Is this what's out there for me to date now? Worst date ever. I'm not picky. I have my list like everyone else BUT I mean, I couldn't believe I was on that date. 

Anyone who can relate? Comment. - Xo

1 comment:

  1. LMAOOOO Say word he picked off your plate, packed your food to go, AND made you pay! Can you say hobo?? Hahaha Don't worry I think all girls have a similar story... Mine happened at the theatre. He asked, we got there, and guess who had no money!! =/ LAMEEEE-O!!

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