Saturday, June 4, 2011

Bad Dates

We have all had them. As someone who is still dating, I will have more. Please keep reading to hear a few of my stories from my (funny) dating life.

I have had a boy read me a menu because he was so nervous. Literally, read me the menu. After about two minutes of "Malbec from Mendoza, Pinot from Paso Robles, etc, etc," I suddenly yet as sweetly as possible yelled, "I will take the Prosecco please!" Needless to say, I was not feeling it. He tried to get me to go on a walk. I answered that my shoes were too tall. He asked for dinner. I said I wasn't hungry (my stomach was growling). He told me he would take me home. I said I preferred to walk. Although it was raining. And my afore-mentioned heels were 4 inches tall (making me taller than him, by the way - for those of you who don't remember, I am 5 feet 2 inches). I am not used to rejecting but feeling rejected, but knew it was best to cut the cord early. I received a text from him that night, and a call from him the next day. Why is it the boys that like me I hope will find someone else? Ignore me, and tell me you are unavailable and I wait for your call.

From being set up on some blind dates, I have learned that having mutual friends plus availability doesn't equal a match. I am not sure if I will allow myself to be set up again. Most people I have been set up with are only set up with me because we are both single. That doesn't mean we have anything to talk about. One guy I went out with didn't drink (I love wine -it's one of my favorite things) and it turns out he only likes Asian girls. I am 100% Irish. Needless to say our hug good-bye was the last time we saw each other.

My most famous dating story is the boy who broke up with me by 3am voicemail. I was asleep, having taken my visiting sister out on the town. I woke up, thinking I was going to hear a message of sweet nothings. This turned out to be true - the voicemail spoke of how great the girl of the messengers heart was and how he was excited to be with her. The girl was not me, but his ex. I texted my San Francisco girlfriends, "Bad Dating Story, 5,467: The Voicemail," explaining the situation. They offered to fight him, slash his tires, etc, but I knew he wasn't worth it and simply added it to our book (which we could publish), which includes boys who have been arrested en route to a date (for a DUI - definitely not a keeper), boys who we were pretty sure liked boys, and dates who wanted to split the bill - literally to the penny.

People wonder why I am single. I will point them to this post.

1 comment:

  1. Hey-Excellent writing throughout your pieces. Sweet, poignant, emotional, touching.

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