Ambush Date
My Very Worst Date was partially because I didn’t know it was a date. I had agreed to meet up with a guy from my Japanese class when he contacted me via Facebook with an invite. He told me there would be at least 15 people going to a local Japanese restaurant and then to karaoke. Though we were in a group we decided to split a meal. Everything seemed light and fun, until the check came. I pulled out my wallet to pay my half and he opted to pay in full. A minute later the kind waitress asked if he had another way to pay since his card was declined. He looked at me and said, “I dont have any cash”. So I pay and shake it off.
We went to one of the nicest karaoke spots in north Texas, so I was told. We all sat, sang and had a ball until I noticed “T” went missing after about an hour. I went into the hall and there he was laying in fetal position saying, “Oh my God, I have a stomachache” repetitively in a baby voice. This went on for 30 minutes outside of the men’s bathroom, then he goes to the front of the building, finds the smallest trashcan he could and vomited all over it. I headed to the bar and began to forget this guy. It may not have been so bad but I had just met the guy. His friend told me to keep him company as “he invited you for a reason” (insert wink and smile). I couldn’t wait to avoid his calls and texts.
