As many people can attest dating can be messy. Often first dates can be a full-on awkward mess...chock full of dead silet moments, strange giggles, and a hell of a lot of nerves. To illustrate my point, I'd like to share a few personal stories as a sort-of cleansing process. So to not let the past haunt me...I'm airing out the nightmare dates I've recently endured.
Case #1: One eloquent suitor described my apartment as follows: "Wow. Most people your age don't have nice places...but your's is like f*ck." I assumed this was a compliment...still can't be sure.
Case #2: On a recent Match.com date I met the guy at a fancy bowling alley / martini bar. He asked where I went to college and I told him, Miami University...he then proceeded to tell me that the people he knew who went there did not have much substance. During the second half of the date we bowled...however, after each roll he'd shake his hand like the ball hurt his wrist...The date ended with me refusing to go to dinner and telling him I usually date men who are more manly...harsh.
Case #3: This debacle is actually my fault...I went on a blind date with a guy that my co-worker set me up with. He was pre-med, charming, and good looking. I got so nervous on the date that I was drinking wine at dinner like it was going out of style. On top of that I was eating cheese ravioli. We had some time to kill after dinner and before the show we were going to see...so we headed to a local pub. Well I got a beer, took one sip and knew I was going to spew. I calmly told my adorable date that I needed to use the ladies room...and made it just in time to puke (it was out the nose and mouth people - aka projectile). Then the date continued as if nothing happened...and unless he reads this blog he'd be none the wiser :)
Case #4: Second date here. The guy comes over to watch a movie and brings beer and wine. I gave him a beer and did not open the wine because I already had a bottle open. We sat on the couch and watched the movie. Part way through he says "Hey, I have a question. Do you think my feet smell? My roommate always tells me they do so I'm super self-conscious about it." Ummmm what???? Who asks that? When he was getting ready to leave I asked if he wanted his bottle of wine back since I didn't even open it...he said "Nah. It was only $3." Sweet.
Well, I think you get the picture. If I solely relied on past experiences, I'd never date again...I mean this is only 4 of my many dates so you can imagine the fun I've had through the years. The key is, leave the past in the past...you can't change it anyway.
