The Very Bitter End
I agreed to meet this girl I met online for a date at a nearby bar. When I arrived at the bar, she was already sitting on a stool drinking, so I sat next to her. When it came time to leave, she had to be helped down off the stool, and it was then that I found out that she was 4’9″. I prefer my dates to be at least 5’6″ (I’m 6’0″), though I’d made an exception for the 5’4″ she claimed to be in her profile.
I went out with her a second time, and there were two more surprises. The first was that it was her thirtieth birthday, and the second was that she was bringing friends. Her friends were weird, and all the three of them talked about (excluding me from conversation) was their golf group.
My date proceeded to get plastered. She spilled a drink on her friend, who had a spare set of clothes in the car. (Why? Who knows!) After he changed, she proceeded to spill her drink again, on the same friend! He didn’t have a second set of clothes, so he was forced to wear her drink for the rest of the evening. This did not stop them from buying her more drinks.
Then she wanted to dance to the guitar music that was being played live. The bar was small, and the “stage” was partitioned and not very wide. She proceeded to “dance” to the point where everyone was staring at her. She also flirted openly with the guitar player. At that point, I’d already decided I didn’t care and wasn’t going to see her again.
Finally, it was closing time. They decided that we would go to this other place which was apparently right down the street. They gave me its name, and as we walked, they proceeded to walk right past it. I told them we’d gone too far, and they kept walking. They eventually caught on and made it to the place. When that place was closed, they resolved to go home.
We ended up outside the original bar while she and her friend waited for the other friend to get his car. She attempted to sit on what she thought was a railing but was really just a plastic prop, and went crashing to the ground. She sat there, shocked at first, and then started to cry. She was screaming “I can’t let it end like this!” over and over, causing quite a stir among people on the sidewalk.
Finally, her friend brought his car around, and she refused to get in. She was now screaming and sobbing, “I can’t let it end like this!” over and over as her friends tried to get her in the car. They ended up lifting her bodily into the car and strapping her into the seat with the seatbelt as if she were a child. She was still sobbing and crying as the car drove off. I never saw her again.
