Spit And Run
MVWD happened during a stressful time in my life. I had been helping to care for a terminally ill relative, so when J from an online dating site asked me out, I jumped at the opportunity to get out of the house for a bit.
J turned out to be very attractive, but not well spoken (he used poor grammar and had a bad case of the noxious local accent). Dinner was uneventful. I already knew that I wasn’t interested in a second date, but I agreed to extend the evening at a nearby bar because the night was young and I didn’t want to go home yet.
After a few beers, I ordered us a round of Jagerbombs. I went to the ladies’ room, and when I came back the bar staff were cleaning up vomit. I asked J what had happened. He said, “Some guy just threw up and walked away.” I thought this was odd, but stranger things have happened so I dismissed it.
A few minutes later, a crowd of bouncers converged on us. I thought they just wanted to know what happened, so I told them that I had been in the bathroom and hadn’t witnessed the vomit incident. The next thing I knew, my date was being escorted out of the bar. J texted me from outside the bar. He insisted that he wasn’t the one who threw up and asked me to leave with him. The gentleman sitting next to me informed me that he saw J throw up on his friend’s leg, so I politely declined to leave with J. J did not take this well, but he eventually left. I stayed behind to sober up for the drive home and made several new friends in the process, since I now had an interesting story to tell.
The next morning, I woke up to another text from J. He said that he really liked me and hoped we could go out again. He made no mention of what happened the night before. This was not a mistake I intended to make twice. so I let him down as gently as I could. I told him that he seemed like a nice guy but I wasn’t interested in going out again. His response? “Really? I thought we was having a good time.”