Crazy Times

I met a girl at a bar and we immediately hit it off. We exchanged numbers and organized to meet. For our first date, we planned a whole day of activities. All day, we had a blast but that all went up in flames at nightfall when we headed to a restaurant for dinner.

We got a booth and ordered with the waitress. I then tried to resume conversation but for some reason, she was suddenly very quiet. This was odd since we were both so talkative throughout the day but I just shrugged it off.

A great gap of time went by and there was no sign of our food. At this point, she was not even looking at me, let alone talking to me. I asked her what was wrong and she said: “Oh nothing.” The wait for our food was starting to bother me. I turned away to look at the clock above the bar to check how much time had passed since our order. I then turned back to my date.

“THAT DOES IT!” she screamed.

A little confused, I asked her what she was talking about.

“YOU KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!” she replied very loudly.

I tried to calm her down and assure her that I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. We finally got our food and she rudely told the waitress to wrap it up. We paid and left. In the car, she berated me by calling me a pig and a pervert the entire ride home. Again, I had no clue what she was talking about.

It was then she decided to fill me in on the problem: I apparently had my eyes glued on the waitress the entire time she was serving us, and then I checked out the girl working at the bar (under the clock). I tried to explain my innocent side, but she wasn’t having any of it.

When we arrived at her place, she got out, slammed my door with all her might and walked out without a word. Less than five minutes passed before my phone rang. It was her and I stupidly picked up. She acted as if nothing happened. By this time, I was certain she had a few loose screws in her head and hung up immediately.

One month later, around Christmas time, I came home to find a present on my door step. I opened it, and inside was a KoRn t-shirt (she knew my favorite band was KoRn) and a card saying she was sorry. I went out, bought a clock, wrapped it up and placed it on her doorstep. I never heard from her again.