Check Mate
There were so many things that made this particular date I went on so bad, but I’ll try to keep it short; everytime I retell the story, my friends sigh in frustration at the sheer amount of immaturity this guy displayed. I got an inkling the date was not going to go too well when he couldn’t seem to commit to a time to meet up, just telling me to call when I was close by. After a lot of wasted time on this, we finally do meet for dinner and a movie. While waiting in the lobby, he loudly commiserates about how he hadn’t eaten the whole day and he was hungry and he wanted food NOW. Shortly after I asked him if he expected them to serve us the food in the lobby, they seat us. Not five minutes after we placed our order he complains again, loud enough for the waitress to hear, that he wanted his drinks NOW. The waitress, ever so dear, came by and apologized profusely for the wait and told us that because we’d ordered alcoholic drinks, the bartender had to make it and that’s why she didn’t bring it by right away. I smiled and thanked her for the information while he glared at her.
The dinner conversation was awkward and stilted, and he scarfed down his burger while I was eating my pasta at a normal pace. So while I was barely halfway through my dinner, he had finished his and was sitting there idly, twiddling his thumb. The waitress, noticing he was finished his food, came by to take his empty plate, and asked him “So, anything else for you? Another drink? Dessert? Or a glass of wa-” and before she could finish saying “water”, he snapped “Just the bill!” I was barely even halfway into my dinner when he said this! What was the rush? The movie we’d planned to see didn’t even start for another hour.
By then, I’d lost my appetite, and just set my fork down and waited for the bill to come. When the waitress brought the bill over, she placed it slightly to my side, and being a woman of the 21st century, I thought I should at least pay half my share. (Especially if, by this point, I knew that there would be no second date) I open the bill up and he asks me what I’m doing. I said I wanted to know how much I owe, and he proceeded to whine about how he expected to pay for the dinner, since this was a date. So I told him okay, he can get dinner, but that means I’ll get the movie. He whined some more, so I asked him if he’d rather I get the dinner and he’ll get the movie. After some more whining, he finally relented and I was to pay for dinner while he got the movie tickets.
I thought it was all settled, but when I got up to pay at the hostess station by debit card (which required entering my PIN), he followed me up to the lobby and proceeds to announce to the whole place “CAN YOU BELIEVE SHE’S PAYING FOR MY DINNER???” All eyes were on me, and I wanted to sink down to ground and disappear at the thought of people actually knowing that I was even in proximity with the guy, let alone shared a meal with him. The details go on, but I’ll leave it at this, because it’s already mortifying and long enough. Lesson learned: trust your first instincts. Never should have met up with his immature ass in the first place.
I got an inkling the date was not going to go too well when he couldn’t seem to commit to a time to meet up, just telling me to call when I was close by. After a lot of wasted time on this, we finally met for dinner and a movie. While waiting for a table, he loudly complained about how he hadn’t eaten the whole day and was hungry and he wanted food NOW. Not five minutes after we placed our order he complained again, barking that he wanted his drinks NOW. The waitress, ever so dear, came by and apologized profusely for the wait and told us that because we’d ordered alcoholic drinks, the bartender had to make them first and that’s why she didn’t bring it by right away. I smiled and thanked her for the information while he glared at her.
The dinner conversation was awkward and stilted and he scarfed down his burger while I was eating my pasta at a normal pace. I was barely halfway through my dinner while he was sitting there idly, twiddling his thumbs. The waitress, noticing he was finished his food, came by to take his empty plate, and asked him, “So, anything else for you? Another drink? Dessert? Or a glass of wa-” and before she could finish saying “water” he snapped, “Just the bill!” I was barely even halfway into my dinner when he said this. The movie we’d planned to see didn’t even start for another hour.
When the waitress brought the bill over, she placed it slightly to my side, and being a woman of the 21st century, I thought I should at least pay half my share (especially since I knew that there would be no second date). I opened the bill up and he asked me what I was doing. I said that I wanted to know how much I owe and he proceeded to whine about how he expected to pay for the dinner. So I told him he could get dinner, but that meant I’ll get the movie. He whined some more, so I asked him if he’d rather I get the dinner and I’d get the movie. After some more whining, he finally relented and I was to pay for dinner while he got the movie tickets.
I thought it was all settled, but when I got up to pay at the hostess station he followed me up to the lobby and proceeded to announce to the whole place, “CAN YOU BELIEVE SHE’S PAYING FOR MY DINNER???” All eyes were on me and I wanted to sink down to ground and disappear. Lesson learned: trust your first instincts.
