Hey y’all!
Let me tell y’all about this one time I went on a date that had me questioning my whole life choices. I was living in Virginia back then, and decided to venture into DC for what I thought would be the start of something new. Boy was I wrong!
I was all dressed up and heading to this popular spot in downtown DC. Can’t remember the name for the life of me, but trust me, it was a spot where you’d expect some real romance to go down. Cozy little spot.
I get there, and right off the bat, I see my date’s a bit tipsy. And by a bit, I mean he was already wasted. I’m thinking, “Okay, let’s see how this goes.” He orders another drink, and I’m mentally preparing myself for whatever’s next.
This man starts reaching across the table, grabbing my hands, and hitting me with these “deep” questions. I’m playing along, answering, but then he lets go, leans back, and not even two minutes later, he’s back at it like we’re on repeat! After the third round, I’m just like, “Okay, I’ll eat my chicken wings and let him do his thing.”
By the way, those wings were amazing. Delicious!
We are finally done eating, he pays, and we’re outside saying our goodbyes. Then he hits me with, “Can you drive me home? I don’t have a car.” Hold up, what? I’m ready to go, but he keeps insisting, talking about how it’s too late for the train. Nope, not happening. Especially since he was drunker than when he arrived.
A couple of days later, he calls me, sober this time, bragging about hooking up with someone else who did give him a ride. He’s all like, “You missed out.” Missed out? How Sway?!
I sat there thinking about this whole date because I’m writing a scene in my book about a date gone wrong, and let me tell you, I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried! It was like something straight out of a tv show.
Despite that wild night, I kept on dating, searching for that storybook romance. You know how it is, you gotta kiss a few frogs before you find your prince.
Got any crazy date stories? Drop them in the comments!
