bad date archives.

I haven't had a very interesting week so I thought it would be a good idea to dig into the bad date archives and post about the worst date ever. Seriously. Worst. Date. Ever.

I was going to school in Oklahoma, and met this guy at a party. He seemed like an ok guy and I figured since he had been invited to the party that he couldn't be too bad. I figured if he was actually crazy my friends wouldn't have invited him. We chatted at the party and as we were leaving he asked for my number and said he wanted to take me out sometime.

He called a few days later to ask if he could take me out. Of course by this time I had discussed all the pros and cons of this guy and decided that I really wasn't interested. You know what they say about following your instincts? It's true. However, I have a friend who was convinced that I didn't give people enough of a chance and that I needed to get out more. She talked me into going on a date with this guy. For the life of me I can't remember his name, but he definetely left an impression on me.

He wanted to take me to the lake and I agreed. He came to pick me up in his truck. A big nasty green truck. I should have known to just stayed home when he said that he used to have a woman but he had to dump her because she didn't like his truck and no woman was going to come between him and his truck.

On our way out to the lake he decided to smoke a Swisher Sweet, he took a few puffs off his cigar, and then put it out to save it for later. I should have told him to turn around right then, anyone who is going to save a Swisher Sweet is not a quality catch, that and the fact that his truck that he was in love with had holes in the floorboard. It was rusted through.

We got out to the lake where he proceded to tell me all about himself. He told me about how he got fired from Mcdonalds for getting into a fight and got fired from a couple of other places in town, and wasn't sure how long he would be working at the place he currently worked at. He was telling me these stories while he was trying to be touchy-feely, and I don't think he could figure out why I wasn't totally into him. Really, I'm not sure what my problem was because every girl is looking for a guy who can't hold a job at Mcdonalds right?

On the way back into town he asked me if I wanted to get something to eat. I told him that would be ok as long as we went somewhere where it would be ok that I was in lake clothes. He said that he had to stop by his place first. I didn't have much of a choice.

He lit up his Swisher Sweet and took another couple puffs, then put it out to save it for later.

He lived with his dad and brother in a trailer just outside of town. Of course it was a trailer. We got to his place and it was awful. We walked in, he asked his brother where his dad was and the response was (not even joking) "he's on the pot, we had chinese food for dinner so it could be awhile". Did he not realize that I was standing there? Funny thing is my date didn't even bat an eye. He told me I could wait in his room. I wish I had just stayed in the car. He had a futon mattress, no sheets, and a table made out of plywood and milk crates. He also didn't have anything hanging in his closet. Just on the floor. We were only there for about 20 minutes but it was much too long for my tastes.

On our way back into town he lit up his Swisher Sweet, took a couple puffs then put it would to save it for later.

We were trying to decide where we should go eat and ended up at Mcdonalds. I will admit that it was not his fault we ended up at Mcdonalds. I was still in my clothes from the lake so it was actually my suggestion. We walked in and while we were standing in line waiting to order he looks at me and says:

"You have money right? If you don't we could get the two cheeseburger meal then you could have a cheeseburger and I could have a cheeseburger and we could split the fries."

He certainly knew how to win me over.

After we left Mcdonalds he wanted to watch a movie. I wasn't sure how to get rid of him nicely (at this point I still thought he was a friend of a friend and didn't want to make anyone mad) so I agreed to let him come over to the apartment to watch a movie. It was the longest movie of my life.

We didn't go out again after that. I actually never saw him again. I found out shortly after that that he wasn't a friend of a friend but instead just some random townie that showed up at the party that night. He was the guy that no one really liked but he always just seemed to be there. No one warned me.

My friends ran into him one night at a party a few months later and he asked them about me. I was actually in New Mexico that weekend so my friends just told him I had moved there. His response?

"Oh, well I hope it wasn't because of me."