So there was this guy, I went on a date with, it didn't end well.
So yesterday I wrote about the guy with the Bugatti Veyron. Today it's bad dates spurred by this article.
It made me think about the worst date I've ever had. Kick back and enjoy.
So there was this guy from church, nice guy, a bit eccentric who always wore khakis with Hawaiian shirts. Nice guy. I have a love for car shows. Just so happened there was one coming up he tells me. So this guy asks if he could take me to the car show. I agreed.
On our date as we pull onto the freeway he said there wasn't really a car show and he wanted me to go to his brothers Bachelor party with him. At this point I was wondering how damaged I would get if I through the car door open and jumped out. He asked if it was ok if we stopped at Dennys so he could get some dinner before we went. Ummm...ok? So to a Dennys far far away we went. Just so happened on our way to the Bachelor party (don't judge me, I realize I was an idiot for not calling someone to come get me) we just happen to pass his mom going the opposite direction away from the party (she was just there, did I mention it was a bachelor/bachelorett party?). No bachelor party for us, we spent the rest of the evening at a Mexican restaurant while I used my counseling education helping his mom process her heartache over her rogue son marrying a harlot. Yeah, awesome, I felt like Cinderella...you know when she had to clean the chamber pot with her tooth brush, not at the ball.
Why is a married woman writing about her old dating days? Hubby wonders the same thing but he laughed as I read this to him so I guess its ok.
It made me think about the worst date I've ever had. Kick back and enjoy.
So there was this guy from church, nice guy, a bit eccentric who always wore khakis with Hawaiian shirts. Nice guy. I have a love for car shows. Just so happened there was one coming up he tells me. So this guy asks if he could take me to the car show. I agreed.
On our date as we pull onto the freeway he said there wasn't really a car show and he wanted me to go to his brothers Bachelor party with him. At this point I was wondering how damaged I would get if I through the car door open and jumped out. He asked if it was ok if we stopped at Dennys so he could get some dinner before we went. Ummm...ok? So to a Dennys far far away we went. Just so happened on our way to the Bachelor party (don't judge me, I realize I was an idiot for not calling someone to come get me) we just happen to pass his mom going the opposite direction away from the party (she was just there, did I mention it was a bachelor/bachelorett party?). No bachelor party for us, we spent the rest of the evening at a Mexican restaurant while I used my counseling education helping his mom process her heartache over her rogue son marrying a harlot. Yeah, awesome, I felt like Cinderella...you know when she had to clean the chamber pot with her tooth brush, not at the ball.
Why is a married woman writing about her old dating days? Hubby wonders the same thing but he laughed as I read this to him so I guess its ok.
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