A Biking Animal
My Very Worst Date occurred in my first semester of law school. I had moved into the student apartment complex and met a lot of great people in the unit. One individual in particular was a really handsome guy who was in all of my classes. We started off as just friends, hanging out with other people and having group dinners.
There were some red flags early on. For example, although he had a regular name, he introduced himself to everyone as “Fox,” and demanded all of the teachers call him by that as well. He also stole a bicycle the first night we all went out together and informed me that he would have sex with me by the end of the semester. I chalked all of this up to either alcohol or a flair for animal names, and in retrospect I deserved what I got.
One day, he came over to my apartment to tell me that he was really interested in me and recite poem to sway me . The poem ended with the words “so why not?” I decided against my better judgment, and possibly out of boredom, to give it a shot. I told him I wanted to go to my favorite hot dog place and that we could bike there. On the day of the date, I walked over to his place in a really cute sundress, ready for a brief bike ride and a cute lunch. Upon arrival, his first words were an incredulous, “You’re wearing that?” I replied yes and he then demanded I put the contents of my purse into his huge backpack, outfitted with energy bars and a Camelpak full of water (the device within a backpack that has a pouch for water and a tube that goes to your mouth, for hiking and other extreme scenarios). When I informed him we were only biking about half a mile away, he was disappointed but off we went.
Throughout the bike ride, he critiqued my navigational skills though he had no idea where we were going. When we showed up at the hot dog spot, he didn’t order a drink, not even water. Instead, he drank from the tube coming out of his backpack. An elderly man gave us a coupon for “buy one, get one free.” Because I hate coupons, I handed it to my date, who said, “Oh, I guess I’m paying?” I had ordered a $2 hot dog and a soda. After all of this, on the ride back, he asked if I wanted to come over, presumably for sex.
It was our first and last date. And I still live right by him.



