Drive Me Crazy

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Although we didn’t have a terrible amount of things in common, I gave this guy a chance because he was sweet. I also thought it was cute that we both drove silver 2-door cars and had similar jobs. For our second date, we met for dinner, but drove to the movie theater separately, because we lived in different directions. We pulled up next to each other and as I turned to wave at my date… SLAM. His driver’s side door collided with my passenger side door.

He apologized because there was obviously a scrape on my door handle. I cursed him in my head and then we noticed that the handle was completely, totally broken.

“Is this how you impress all your dates?” I asked.

“Oh. Oh my God, I am so sorry,” he says.

“I know, it’s alright, it’s just a car,” I said, lying through my teeth.

But I knew he was sincere so I remained on the date, and after all, it was just a car.

For the nice way in which I accepted the damage to my vehicle, I was unceremoniously rewarded with this guy putting my hand in his lap. No, really, directly upon his junk. In the movie theater. Did I mention we were watching Don’t Mess With the Zohan? Because we were. My hand did not feel clean for some time and of course I never saw him again.

June 22nd, 2009 in Mid-Courtship Disaster, Problematic Point of No Return, WTF?

Comments (2)

airica angelJuly 31st, 2009 at 3:58 pm

that’s your worst date?? you were pissy because of an accident with a DOOR HANDLE (oh sob, oh horror, a door handle, my god, it can never be fixed!) and him putting your hand in his lap? did you leave it there or just sit there? why did you go out with someone you had nothing in common with? why would you date someone just because they have a matching car? pathetic.