Too Much Baggage
My Very Worst Date happened a few years ago when I was working at a hair salon. A very cute guy came in to get his hair cut by a coworker and we started chatting. He seemed nice and normal enough. After he left, I told his stylist that I thought he was cute. She told him and the next thing I knew, he was calling me and asking me out. We decided to meet at a local bar a few nights later.
I had to stay at work later than I thought so I called to let him know I would be late. He said that was fine and that he would just hang out at the bar until I got there. I got there an hour late (totally unavoidable) and apologized profusely. Well, apparently in the hour that he had been waiting for me, he got HAMMERED. We’re talking swaying, slurring, eyes glazed over- drunk. Within two minutes of me being there, he found out my birthday was in August and proceeded to berate me for being a Leo, saying that all Leos are psycho bitches/liars/whores that only want attention, etc. etc. etc. I stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds, not sure why he was screaming at me like this, until at some point during his rant he let out that his ex-girlfriend was a Leo. The pieces fell into place: Recently broken up, crazy ex- girlfriend, hurt feelings, booze, drunk rant…
I felt bad for the guy but turned on my heel and got the hell out of there anyway.
