Admit it, my dear (12) followers; you knew I’d be
recapping my date from last night here.
I’ll start it off like this: We were scheduled to meet at a restaurant
out in midtown. Traffic was awful and it was raining (when it rains in Atlanta,
everyone just stops knowing how to drive…wait people never know how to drive)
so we headed off the highway to a just as fancy place owned by the same people
of the original restaurant we’re suppose to meet at. I know that was a lot of
info. I find the place and go in, and what do you know they won’t seat me
without the rest of my party (one person). “Let me see what I can do for
you just a second” the host says. I’m thinking “Oh I’m sorry it’s not like I’m
ruining you’re night by being here, switching reservations, the place is almost
EMPTY and I see waiters walking around, sitting at the bar with nothing to do,
but oh it’s all good I’ll wait”.
I’m sitting near the door waiting for him to arrive
and everyone that walks in ahead of him I get that nervous feeling and you know
that awkward moment when you’re waiting for a blind date and an old man walks
in and you think “oh shit”. It’s just not fun. However that wasn’t my date, my
date was worse…in walks my date and the first thing I think is “OH NO HE’S
SHORT”. He’s short ya’ll. Yep he’s short. Shorter than me and that’s a problem.
Second thought is, his picture online is definitely a younger buck of himself.
The date goes on boringly. I’m making stupid conversation mostly about stuff no
one cares about let alone a stranger and he’s laughing at things that I’m
saying that aren’t meant to be funny.
Finally he’s ordered dinner (it only took our
waitress 5 visits to our table), and we’ve gotten through dinner and I’m
thinking I can go home. Guess again…He wants desert. Not desert from the
restaurant, he’s got a craving for yogurt. He’s paid for dinner and asks me if
I have cash…because get this even after he tells me I’m going to have to have
money to pay for parking (so I went to the bank) he doesn’t have cash and needs
to pay valet. He says, “I’ve got dinner, but I just need a couple bucks for
parking”. Yeah no problem here's $2. Did I mention he also paid with a coupon? Lucky US there’s a Yoforia down the street
and just to avoid feeling like I owe him anything I pay for yogurt. We say our
goodbyes and I run off without anything too awkward. Just when I think this is
over he calls me. Here’s where I turn into a big asshole and I don’t know why I
do this. He asks me if I had fun tonight and if I want to see him again I say
yes…What.Is.Wrong.With.ME!?
Conversation with this guy had me thinking he's a bad luck charm. As if I couldn't get anymore OCD and superstitious! He tells me he's tried three times to open his own business. Once his mom was diagnosed with cancer, died :( , once 9/11 and one more time market crash. I tell him please, for humanity, don't do that again. He goes on to tell me he sat next to a guy at church whom he thought was a jerk and 6 months later the guy dies and no one can tell you how...It was a FREAK accident of sorts. Yeah I think it's in my best interest to stay away from this guy.
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