What’s In A Name?
This is more a story of a mediocre date, but the worst peri-date experience I’ve had.
I’d been having a bit of a dry spell in college when a friend of mine gave one of his friends (whom I’d met a couple times) my number. I was somewhat annoyed because the guy wasn’t really my type. He was sort of goofy looking, with a bushel of curly hair that needed a trim. He said he was Ben Affleck’s cousin (and that his last name was Affleck).
We agreed to meet for coffee. On the assigned date, I showed up for coffee and waited 15 minutes, but he didn’t show. I called to find out where he was, but he didn’t answer, so I bailed; 15 minutes is my limit. A couple days later he called, apologized for standing me up, and had the balls to say, “So give me a call if you want to hang out sometime.” I told him, “Whatever, dude, you’re the one who stood me up,” and wrote him off.
He called a week or two later wanting to go for a drink, and for some reason (I think it was because I was high on hydrocodone after spraining my ankle very badly) I agreed, but told him I couldn’t drink much because I was on medication (yeah, it was the hydros). We proceeded to have one of the most boring conversations of all time, and all I remember of the rest of the date was that it was boring and that I did NOT go out again with “Mr. Affleck.”
Later I found out from a guy I knew who went to high school with him that his last name wasn’t Affleck at all, and that the whole Ben Affleck thing was some weird affectation (I HATE liars).
