The Nosy Neighbor
My Very Worst Date is still burning a hole in my mind.
I met this guy J at a club; he seemed like a cool guy, so when he asked for my phone number I thought about it for a second, then thought “why not?” and gave it to him. I’ll skip the details that make me an idiot for dating him: including his temper tantrums, inflated ego, and mysterious drama that seemed to follow him around like a dark cloud (after he specified that he hated drama). Anyway I was also in an” on again off again” relationship of three years at the same time and since we were just dating it didn’t seem like a big deal.
On Easter Sunday, I felt as if I was suffocating at home, so when J asked me what I wanted to do I said I wanted drinks, now. Bad idea.
I met him at a movie theater parking lot, then he drove us to the small parking lot at the bar. It started off with him on the phone when I got in the car, arguing about someone’s education. He took his attention off the phone for a second to say I looked nice, then returned to his ranting. Although he lives in the area he began driving the opposite direction so I pointed it out; that’s when the person on the phone said “Who are you with?” J said “A girl,” and the guy on the phone said “Is it ???” I didn’t get to hear the name because he immediately took the phone off speaker.
Finally he hung up, and went on and on about how he just got a new Iphone 4s. He asked if I still needed one; I said no thanks, because I just bought an awesome phone and don’t care for the Iphone. He said “Are you sure? I’ll sell it for $400.” I said no again while he continued ranting that if I wanted it I would have to wait because this one was for someone else. Okay, then why was he offering?
J then decided to ask about my car search; I said I found a Mustang I liked and opened a new can of worms. First, I was stupid for buying a Mustang and needed to go with a Corolla some random girl was selling. Then J pulled out his Iphone and opened some app showing car values on the Corolla. When he couldn’t find the value for the Mustang, I pulled out my phone, showed him a website that had the value for the Corolla at $2,000 less than on his app, plus the value for the Mustang at $4000 more than the Corolla. Then he called me a liar.
While all this was going on my “on again off again” boyfriend was blowing up my phone with text messages about what a whore I was for going out for drinks with J.
Frustrated about the whole ordeal (and this dude’s ego) I was ready to go – but realized I had only been there for 15 minutes. So, grinding my teeth, I tried to stick it through and attempted to change the conversation. FAIL. J decided to go back to the car ordeal, calling his friend about an auction and probing me about how much money I was going to spend. I told him I didn’t like telling people my personal information. Then he started asking about my job, how much was I making, had I asked for an increase, why hadn’t I ordered from some catalog and calling me stupid for working for corporate America.
Fed up, I stood and said I had to go. J then called the waitress stupid for not getting there with our check sooner, all while still ranting about my job. The ordeal lasted all through the ride to my car. When I pulled out my keys he grabbed my hand, kissed it, and took the keys. He began inspecting every key I had and asking what they where for, including key chains and gym passes. Finally I made up a story about having to get up early, promised to see him sometime during the week to watch Titanic, grabbed my keys and left.
I am currently considering changing my number but I’ll stick to never answering his calls or messages again.
