A Lost Cause
I met my date, R, like many other MVWDs, online. He seemed friendly and excited to communicate, so I thought I would give him a try. He appeared cute in his pictures, and we talked on the phone a few times before we met.
I should have known it would turn out badly when he insisted on going on our date on Father’s Day. He claimed it would be his only day off work for weeks, and even though I explained I had plans with my family in the morning, he insisted until I finally gave in. He called me multiple times during lunch to ask for directions, as he thought he saw a sign for a bank with the same name as my area about, oh, an hour away. He was pissed when I didn’t answer, even though I made it clear I would not be able to during the meal with my family, and kept sending me texts about how many miles away he was. I should have told him to turn around right then.
He picked me up in a very well-populated area, and though he didn’t quite match his appearance in his pictures, I didn’t think I should judge him too hard. He didn’t mention that his pick-up truck was so big it would take up two parking spaces (I live in a city with limited parking, so finding one space at all is considered lucky). Oh, he also didn’t tell me he smoked, and proceeded to light up the second we got in the car, making for a rather hazy drive.
We drove about an hour to a city north of mine, and parked to get something to eat. After walking around for about 45 minutes, he decided on a place by the water, which I thought might be semi-romantic. He proceeded to order an appetizer, discussed throughout the duration of the “meal” how he doesn’t have an appetite, and then told me how much I owed when the check came. At this point, I gave up all hopes of the date being romantic in the least. We went back to his house and watched the terrible film, Camp Dread. As I was trying to enjoy his company in a platonic manner, he suddenly pulled up my skirt half-way to ask what color underwear I was wearing. Needless to say, I was ready to go home.
On the drive back to my area, he lit up a few more times, and hounded me on whether or not I believed Led Zeppelin or the Rolling Stones deserved to be famous more. He dropped me off a good half mile from my house, saying it was easier for him to get back on the highway from there. I jumped seemingly ten feet down from his car and quickly walked away, deleting his number from my phone as I went.
