Checking Out

When I was 19, I had already become fed up with lousy dates. During the summer in between college terms I was staying at my parents’ place in the small town I grew up in and working at a local hotel.
After checking in a decent looking guy named Will he continuously came down to the front desk asking for things or wondering what there was to do in town. The third or fourth time he came down he asked me out. I was hesitant because I had never really dated people who were complete strangers, but I thought it was time to try something new. For all I knew he could have been Mr. Right.
So one night after work I went back to the hotel to pick him up since he didn’t have a car. He decided he wanted to go to the one bar in town (which just so happens to be a strip bar, classy I know). Since it was a Monday and extremely early in the night no one was there. He ended up buying a case of beer so that we could drink it elsewhere. His idea was in the middle of a farmer’s field out of town. Slightly creeped out, I kept my phone near by and went along with it since numerous people knew where I was anyways.
But the he criticized me for taking my cell with me on a date, told me he wasn’t wearing any underwear under his jeans, asked me if the music I played in my car was chosen specifically to turn him on and finally suggested we make out in a tractor. That ended it for me.
I took him back to the hotel where before he got out of the car he turned to me and said, “Say please.”
Completely confused I asked, “Why?”
“Say, ‘Please kiss me Will,’” he said.
I took off as fast as I could and later in the week got a voicemail from him asking me to drive him to various places around town. I later saw him at a party dancing in the corner by himself grinding on the wall.
I avoided random dates for a long time after that!


