A Hot One
I met a cute firefighter and we arranged a date for a Thursday night since it was one of his days off. The date was for a 6:30 p.m. dinner. However, at 6:00 p.m., I got a message from him saying he was running late since there had been a fire and that he would be there at 7:30 p.m. since he had to clean up. I figured that was acceptable since he was, after all, a firefighter. And even though he ended up knocking on my door at 8 p.m. instead, I let it slide thinking he had just done fighting an unexpected fire on his day off.
Once he picked me up it became clear that he had no actual plans for where we were going to have dinner, and began driving around saying we would “find something soon.” Getting slightly annoyed since I was hungry and that he clearly hadn’t put any thought into the date, I told him to just go to this restaurant and bar near my house. When we got there he told me he was starving since he’d been at the beach all day. I was confused and asked what he meant since I thought he was putting out a fire. He laughed and proceeded to tell me a “funny” story about how he and his friends set a porta potty on fire to see if he could put it out. This was the fire that made him late for our date.
I was naturally annoyed and decided to forgo ordering dinner in the hopes he would get the point and I could go home. Instead, he was oblivious and ordered four drinks and ate a whole meal while I sat and watched. He also talked about how he has four days off a week and went on a lot of dates, implying that he was very sexually experienced. Apparently he thought this would impress me and he seemed genuinely shocked when I told him I would not be sleeping with him.
When we got out to the parking lot, I questioned his ability to drive, but he assured me he was fine because he had “driven after way more drinks that this” and that he knew all the cops anyway and wouldn’t be cited. After arguing with him, I eventually gave up and let him drive me home and I never heard from him again.
