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Ask me again when you're 21 and maybe I'll tell you. Well... I'll tell you part of it. It was when I was a bartender and this one guy asked me to meet him for dinner (side note, he was 12 years older than me and taught music at a local high school). Okay, the date:
Strike one, he was over 20 minutes late. I was getting ready to leave when he showed up. I actually let him walk past me without saying anything, but curiosity got the better of me, and like I said, he was a music teacher, which I thought was pretty darn nifty. Strike two, he was wearing ratty old shorts and a tee-shirt with a big (fresh looking) food stain on it. Now, I wasn't expecting a tux and a carnation, but clean, I did expect clean. Strike three, after getting our table, the first thing he said to me was "You've got really great lips." Now, granted, he didn't know I hated hearing that, that I had heard it so many times before I was sick of it, but still... if he had complimented my eyes or said, you have a nice smile... Strike four (this isn't baseball, I'm allowed to give out as many strikes as I want!) he ordered fried hard crab for dinner. Messy, icky, yucky! Especially when he cracked open a claw and stuff went flying all over me, and he, with his greasy, food covered fingers, tried to wipe it off. Everyone, take a hint, on a first (and possibly a second or third) date, don't order messy food to eat!
Strikes five, six and seven occured when he walked me to my car and asked me if I could give him a lift to his car. Sigh. But that is what I will not tell you unless you're 21. At least my friends and I still laugh about it hysterically!
MissInformation
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An interesting question would be, have you ever been someone's worse date?
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