Go Figure

When I was 17, I met this guy at an amusement park about 45 minutes from where I live. He asked for my number and I gave it to him. He was cute and looked to be about 17 or 18.

We had been texting for a few days when he asked me to a dance at his school. I said sure. On the day, we organized a day date. When I met him, he gave me a hug, and asked where I’d parked my car. I told him that it was on the other side of the parking lot. He started walking in that direction. Nervous, I asked him where his car was. His reply: “Oh I’m only 15, I don’t drive yet.”

Soon after our day date, he told me to drive home, get ready and come before the dance. I told him that I live too far away to drive back and come back again. I was ready basically. He then told me to wait in the car while he got ready. That’s when I decided to go home and return later to meet him rather than wait around. Right before I headed back, he told me: “by the way, girls pay.” That was it. I never called him