If you’ve visited here before, you may remember, I hate dating. Hate. I pride myself on not feeling hate, let alone using the word; however, I hate dating.
Dating is awkward. There is the awkward questions, awkward answers, awkward silences. The whole dog and pony show is ridiculous. I think I’m going to take on Mandy’s rule of coffee first dates only. Even though I don’t drink coffee.
I’m pretty sure that after 5 minutes I’ve made up my opinion about my date which is really bad on my part, I know. Actually, I’m hoping that I’ll know within 5 minutes if he’s the one, as well. Wouldn’t that be fantastic?!
So, I hate dating so pretty much every first date is horrendous. Second or third dates are better.
There was the guy who asked to split the check. No biggie, I get it. Well, he picked up appetizers and one round of drinks, $30 + tip. We were having such a great time, we moved to the bar to continue the evening and watch a basketball game. That’s where he started taking shots with his beers. Notice the plural, multiple shots, multiple beers. So, when the $60 bar tab came, it was my turn to pay…because we split the check. Plus tip. He also set up a date with me for later that week and told me he’d call and confirm the time once he checked his calendar. Guess who didn’t call?
There was the guy that I met online who seemed pretty decent through email and phone calls. I met him at a local bar/restaurant for just a drink. He got there first and motioned for me at the door to his table. I thought it was weird that he didn’t get up, but whatever. Then we had very intense conversations over our one beer. I had already determined this was a “one and done” and told the waitress we were ready for the check. When the $6 check appeared, he grabbed it like he was going to pay then said “you owe me $3 plus tip.” I’m more than happy to split the check, but the way he acted was just odd. Because I had cash (which I never had), I gave him a $10 and said, “no worries, it’s on me” and handed it to the waitress motioning for her to keep the change. You would have thought I just sucker punched him! Once the waitress walked away, he whispered “do you realize you just gave her a $4 tip?”. I thanked him for the conversation, shook his hand and left quickly.
When I ordered a chicken caesar salad on a first date, my date responded with “oh, you’re one of those girls?”. And I stayed with him for two years. Guess my d-bag radar wasn’t sharp that day.
I went on a group date once where I had a great time with the guy I was being set up with and really thought it was the start of something. We set up a one-on-one date for the next week. We were talking every day and thing seemed great until I asked if we could meet 30 minutes later than planned the next day. He was totally cool with it and asked why, which I totally expected. I told him I had an appointment to get my nails done and I didn’t want to be late meeting him. He got really quite and quickly got off the phone. About 30 minutes later, I got a text cancelling our date because he’s never dated a “girly-girl” before and doesn’t think he wants to. So, ladies, if you get your nails done, consider yourself a “girly-girl”.
Does this shed any light on my hatred of dating? And those are just the ones I haven’t blocked from my memory.