Coffee Head

My Very Worst Date was a guy I met on an online dating site. Right off, I had some reservations. His response to my ad sounded cut-and-pasted because he didn’t address his email to my screen name or mention anything specific about my ad. Also, he had only one picture in which he was holding a coffee cup near his head. However, he sounded normal and looked potentially cute though it was difficult to tell.
We met at a neighborhood bar in the afternoon. As soon as I saw him, I realized that the strategically-positioned coffee cup in the picture was to hide a very receding hairline. He said hello, asked me if I had biked there, then launched into a story about how he had been hit on his bike by a “rich couple” who had gotten out of paying his medical bills by taking the case to court. He then told me that he found the couple’s home address and, wielding a large wrench, asked, “What’s for dinner? You owe me.” He then intimidated the man into writing him a check for $5,000.
At this point I asked him if he had been wearing a helmet during this accident, thinking maybe a head injury was affecting him. Apparently this wasn’t the case. I considered getting up and leaving. I’ve handled my share of bad dates and was somewhat curious how much worse this one could get so I decided to stay and finish my one drink.
During the next twenty minutes, he proceeded to try to feel my leg several times, stood in the bar and lifted his shirt to show me his tattoos, told me about his last date who “throat-f**ked” him in her car and asked if I would do that. When he realized that he wasn’t getting anywhere, he got up and left without saying goodbye.


