The spring of my 19th year was interesting to say the least. I was going to meet my future husband that summer, but I had no idea. I would go out with friends and meet all types of people. I enjoyed the fact that I was a woman, and that meant power. I would date and dump as quickly as I started. I was THAT GIRL who wouldn’t return phone calls (hangs head in shame). There is a whole host of stories I can tell you about that time, but today we are going to talk about my worst date ever.
I was 19 and went out with a guy that was older than me. Being the typical gal, I always liked to date older, because I was too mature for guys my age. One night I met (lets call him Kevin). Kevin told me he was attracted to me. He asked for my number. I gave it to him, though to this day I don’t know why. I wasn’t attracted to him in any way. He was sweet though. He set up a date and said he would plan it. That is when the adventure started.
When he arrived, the first words out of his mouth were about his new car. Apparently he had just bought a new Chevy Cavalier. Kevin informed me it was better than mine, because it was the newer body style. Then we walked to the car. I have always expected my dates to be gentlemen, so I waited to see if he would open my door. No. I thought to myself: It’s okay. He was a nice guy the other day. A door doesn’t define him.
Kevin drove, showing off his car, until we pulled up to Arby’s. I hesitated, because no man had ever taken me to a fast food restaurant for dinner. I went ahead and followed him in. He walked up to the counter and ordered two Arby’s sandwiches, two orders of curly fries, and the biggest Coke they had. I was puzzled, but assumed he was trying to show off by ordering for me. He pulled out his wallet to pay and then turned to me and said, “Oh, did you want something?” I was mad at this point. I had always been treated like a lady. I was young enough that I didn’t say anything. If it were me now, I would have totally called a cab. I just said, “No thank you” and sat down.
My internal dialogue was going haywire. Well, you will show him. He will never ever get a second date with you. Well… you know very well that he wouldn’t have. It doesn’t matter, he doesn’t know that. You’re a lady and he is not treating you as such. I looked up and saw that he had Arby’s sauce dripping down both arms. I pushed the napkins toward him and he stuck his tongue out and licked his arms. I threw-up in my mouth a little. Did I mention he was about 100 lbs soaking wet?
I said something about needing to get home, and he said he had a movie planned for the date. I said I wasn’t sure I had time. He said we did if we rushed and shoved the entire half of the second sandwich in his mouth and ran to the car. I followed reluctantly and we drove to the theater. We got out of the car and he ran in front of me. The only possible reason to try to get in front of me for the movie tickets would be to pay, right? No. He just wanted to be first. He got a ticket to George of the Jungle. I wasn’t interested in seeing it, but at the point, I gave up. I just got my ticket and went in.
He pointed to the video games and suggested we go play until the movie started. I told him I didn’t want to play. He ran over to play by himself. I sat on the bench far away. I heard my name and looked up. He was calling me. He begged me to come play. Told me it was a two player game. Had stacks and stacks of quarters lined up. I told him no thank you. He asked me again. He said it was part of the date. I gave in, reluctantly, and walked up to the game. I held out my hand for a quarter. He said, “Put your quarter in.” I informed him that I didn’t have any quarters. He sighed loudly and said, “Well you can use one of mine and pay me back later.” To which I replied, “No. You can take me home.”
He drove me home talking incessantly while I said nothing. You see, had he known I wasn’t going to stay for the movie, he would have taken me home earlier. When we pulled into the driveway, I jumped out as quickly as possible and raced toward the door. Much to my chagrin, he followed in hot pursuit He put his arm around me and said, “Why the hurry?” Then leaned in for a kiss. I told him I respected myself more than that. He said he understood and when could we schedule our next date. I said, “Yeah… never.” And went inside.
My date later that night was much more generous. ;)
Lady or Not… Here I Come!