Pimp My Date
I’d met this guy online during a time that I decided I would date around. We talked online and by phone for a few weeks before we decided to meet. He claimed he was some kind of promoter in the music industry and he drove from two hours away to meet me at my house. Since he’d driven so far, I did the rest of the driving. He wasn’t nearly as trim as he’d looked in his pictures and had on way too much jewelry (a pinky ring and some of those weird chain necklaces), and dressed like a wannabe pimp, but I hoped this wasn’t his usual getup and brushed it off. We went to one of the local favorites for hanging out and drinking. I tried to just enjoy a buzz so that it wouldn’t feel nearly so much like the horrible date that it was, but I think it was fairly clear to other people that it was going bad.
I’d text messaged one of my friends though before he and I had even left the house to COME HELP ME NOW. So she was hanging out with us, but the date itself was awkward, and when we got back to my house (where his car was) he was tired. He ended up sleeping over (no hint I dropped could get him to leave) because he “didn’t need to get up” early the next day. Since I didn’t want to be completely rude to a guy who’d driven two hours and bought me dinner and drinks, we hung out, playing with my dog and talking. He told me how it was amazing we’d gotten to this point, how he never thought we’d get here, and asked me what I thought about our future together. We’d known each other for maybe only a few weeks, and this was our first time meeting- how could I feel about it?
Somehow he ended up passing out on my bed. I couldn’t sleep and even woke him up once and took him outside to “look at the moon,” because I was trying to get him out. He just thought the moon was pretty and said so and then went back inside. At one point in the early morning I got up and drove a half an hour to meet a friend because I was so frustrated. I came back around 7 am and told him to leave because my dad would be up soon and be upset there was a guy at my house. He made fun of me for that, asking if I was 17 or something. I reminded him “No, I’m 21, but he doesn’t like guys being over at my house overnight.” He was dragging his feet and while I was brushing my teeth I snapped at him “GET UP!” All of this course was a lie, but it got him the hell out of my home. We never spoke again, though I did find some of his jewelry lying around my house.



