Wandering to the Folks

After I ended a long relationship, my best friend from college thought it would be a good idea to fix me up with her boyfriend’s childhood buddy because we were both wine connoisseurs. I agreed.

The location of our first date was a wine cafe. It did not start well. Within five minutes of the date, he was already pointing out that I had a “terrible habit of biting my nails.” I was troubled by this critique but ignored it and the other small comments that danced on my nerves.

After lunch, he suggested a walk. I’d had too many glasses of wine so I agreed even though I knew the date was going nowhere. En route, he asked if I would mind stopping at his old friend’s house for a minute. I didn’t mind especially since he came into town for the specific purpose of our date.

We approached the house and rang the bell. An older couple answered the door, which totally confused me. It took me a while to realize that they were his ex-girlfriend’s parents, who clearly were not over my (apparently highly eligible) date.

We sat at their outdoor bar (drinking beer mercifully!) for two whole hours discussing how he would one day marry their daughter and how wonderful their relationship had been.

I have never felt more uncomfortable in my life. This dude still wants to know why I never called him again.