Armaegis
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So after a bit of prodding on the YKYAAW thread, this here is a thread to share stories about your worst dates. Also acceptable are crash & burns, pickup attempts, or maybe just some sad feels. Anyhow, let me start it off:
A friend of mine set me up on a blind date with her new roommate. The girl was new to the country, and I had never actually spoken to her. The most we had communicated was a few brief texts. So anyhow, we decided to meet, and through a ridiculous scenario (I'm really not sure how it came to that) I wind up meeting her at a Burger King of all things. So I'm waiting there, and in she walks, sees me, and immediately makes an "ugh" face. Gee thanks, that's a good start.
So we make with the chitter chatter, I ask her how's it feel being in a new country, and she replies that she's so sick of how people keep asking her that. Oooookay, moving on. To make matters more interesting, the girl was dropped off at the BK and has no ride home; expecting that I would drive her. Well... I have to DJ a dance later that evening, so I can't do that unless she sticks around for the whole night. She seems ok with that (not that she has a choice). I wasn't expecting much more than a meet and greet, and my DJ gig starts in an hour, so I suggest maybe we go to a coffee shop or something rather than sit around in the Burger King.
Ok, so I figure I might as well make life easier on myself and pick the coffee shop that's right next door to the venue I'm DJ'ing at. I park near the venue loading docks (because I'll have to move the speakers etc later) and get out and open the car door for her and she asks me where are we going. I point to the coffee place next door. Her response: "I don't want to walk that far"... Um excuse me? It's literally just across the street. Cripes, so back into the car I go and do a stupid u-turn just to park on the other side of the street.
We get inside, order a coffee and muffin, she criticizes my choice of muffin. Really now? I'm trying to be pleasant here, but ye gods this is painful. She's acting bored, doesn't make eye contact, and answers all my questions and conversation with short answers.
Well it's finally time to head back to the venue. Of course the parking spot near the loading zone is gone now, so I have to haul the equipment down the awkward stairs. She doesn't offer to help, no surprise. Doesn't even help hold a door open. Anyhow, I set up the gear and teach the intro dance lesson there, and at least there's other people interacting so it's not too bad.
A new fella walks in. Tall, lanky and kinda odd looking, really nothing to note until he starts talking. Y'see, he's got a French accent. The girl absolutely fawns all over him. They chat it up and he asks her the same questions about what brings her to Canada, and she laps it all up, hanging on his every word.
No surprise, she leaves with him partway through the night.
Did I mention it was Valentine's day? Good times.
A week later I bump into my friend and recount the tale. I prod for some info, and basically get the explanation of "sorry... she said you were a confident guy, but kinda ugly". Wow, gotta score points for blunt honesty I suppose. A few months later I bump into the French guy. He's a cool guy actually, and we chat for a bit. I ask him about the girl and whether they wound up dating. His response? "Hell no, she's crazy possessive and jealous". I later found out she also still had a boyfriend back in her home country.
Wow that came out longer than I expected.
Who's next?
A friend of mine set me up on a blind date with her new roommate. The girl was new to the country, and I had never actually spoken to her. The most we had communicated was a few brief texts. So anyhow, we decided to meet, and through a ridiculous scenario (I'm really not sure how it came to that) I wind up meeting her at a Burger King of all things. So I'm waiting there, and in she walks, sees me, and immediately makes an "ugh" face. Gee thanks, that's a good start.
So we make with the chitter chatter, I ask her how's it feel being in a new country, and she replies that she's so sick of how people keep asking her that. Oooookay, moving on. To make matters more interesting, the girl was dropped off at the BK and has no ride home; expecting that I would drive her. Well... I have to DJ a dance later that evening, so I can't do that unless she sticks around for the whole night. She seems ok with that (not that she has a choice). I wasn't expecting much more than a meet and greet, and my DJ gig starts in an hour, so I suggest maybe we go to a coffee shop or something rather than sit around in the Burger King.
Ok, so I figure I might as well make life easier on myself and pick the coffee shop that's right next door to the venue I'm DJ'ing at. I park near the venue loading docks (because I'll have to move the speakers etc later) and get out and open the car door for her and she asks me where are we going. I point to the coffee place next door. Her response: "I don't want to walk that far"... Um excuse me? It's literally just across the street. Cripes, so back into the car I go and do a stupid u-turn just to park on the other side of the street.
We get inside, order a coffee and muffin, she criticizes my choice of muffin. Really now? I'm trying to be pleasant here, but ye gods this is painful. She's acting bored, doesn't make eye contact, and answers all my questions and conversation with short answers.
Well it's finally time to head back to the venue. Of course the parking spot near the loading zone is gone now, so I have to haul the equipment down the awkward stairs. She doesn't offer to help, no surprise. Doesn't even help hold a door open. Anyhow, I set up the gear and teach the intro dance lesson there, and at least there's other people interacting so it's not too bad.
A new fella walks in. Tall, lanky and kinda odd looking, really nothing to note until he starts talking. Y'see, he's got a French accent. The girl absolutely fawns all over him. They chat it up and he asks her the same questions about what brings her to Canada, and she laps it all up, hanging on his every word.
No surprise, she leaves with him partway through the night.
Did I mention it was Valentine's day? Good times.
A week later I bump into my friend and recount the tale. I prod for some info, and basically get the explanation of "sorry... she said you were a confident guy, but kinda ugly". Wow, gotta score points for blunt honesty I suppose. A few months later I bump into the French guy. He's a cool guy actually, and we chat for a bit. I ask him about the girl and whether they wound up dating. His response? "Hell no, she's crazy possessive and jealous". I later found out she also still had a boyfriend back in her home country.
Wow that came out longer than I expected.
Who's next?
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