A Ride By Any Other Name

My Very Worst Date was with a shorter, skinny guy I met out at a bar one night. He was not my usual type, but I was in my early 20s and wanted to be broad-minded and have a good time. He even had a kind-of weird name, Firrocco, and since my name is unusual as well, I figured we had something in common. We agreed to go to a comedy club for our first date.
On the night of the date, I walked out to the parking lot of my apartment building to find that he’d driven his company’s dump truck to pick me up. I told him we could drive my car, but he refused unless HE could drive. I said no. So we drove to Old Sacramento in his dump truck with me dressed to the nines. Awkward!
We went to the comedy club and he ordered a bottle of champagne. We had fun but he did brag about how much money he normally spends on dates. WTF? I thought to myself, if you spent less money on dates, you might be able to afford a car payment! He then proceeded to drive me and the dump truck to a local, popular watering hole and buy more drinks.
Then he decided we would cross an extremely busy street to visit another bar. This was not a problem – until he decided to stop in the middle of the street and demand a kiss-with-tongue. When I politely demurred, he got angry and started to pout. At the new bar, I excused myself of use the ladies’ room. Five minutes later, I came out, and he was nowhere to be seen! I was dumped on my dump truck date!
In the end, he did me a favor as he was no prize. But it was midnight, and I did have trouble finding a ride home.


