Date From Hell...?
Well, maybe.
He was nice enough to start out, minus bad music in his car (Bon Jovi). Talked about, fuck, I don't even remember. All I can remember is that he smelt bad, kind of like pee. We get downtown and turns out he got incorrect directions. So I end up convincing him to just park in the mall and we can walk there, since he said he knew the way from the mall. Starts raining as we start walking, he in fact doesn't know the way there and we have to stop and ask for directions there. Funny how the way I said we should've gone was in fact the way we were meant to go. We get there and order. More boring and pointless conversation, most of which were centred around him. Food was, okay. I didn't eat much because I wasn't that hungry. He treated the waitress like crap, made me very angry. So to make up for it, he left her a $50 tip... Likes to throw around his money maybe? So then he starts walking around trying to work out how to pay, refuses to believe me when I say you wait for your waitress to come back and give it to her. We walk back to the parking garage, in the rain. He doesn't remember where we park, argues with me about where it was. I was right. He doesn't know how to get home from the mall, I tell him where to go and for once he trusts me. Then he decides that to get home we need to take 65 South, and starts yelling at me when I calmly point out that we need to go North, that I take 65 home when I work. After lots of him yelling at me and us hitting God knows where he decides to take 65 North. We get back to my house and he has the damn balls to ask me if I'd like him to cook me dinner sometime soon.
Can we say I won't be calling him back... Ever... Can we say that Samantha will be blocking his number from the house phone? We sure can.
I'm in a shit mood. As I have been for nearly 24 hours now. I don't feel like seeing anyone, talking to anyone. No more dating for Samantha. I'm thinking about going cold turkey with the fuckers.
He was nice enough to start out, minus bad music in his car (Bon Jovi). Talked about, fuck, I don't even remember. All I can remember is that he smelt bad, kind of like pee. We get downtown and turns out he got incorrect directions. So I end up convincing him to just park in the mall and we can walk there, since he said he knew the way from the mall. Starts raining as we start walking, he in fact doesn't know the way there and we have to stop and ask for directions there. Funny how the way I said we should've gone was in fact the way we were meant to go. We get there and order. More boring and pointless conversation, most of which were centred around him. Food was, okay. I didn't eat much because I wasn't that hungry. He treated the waitress like crap, made me very angry. So to make up for it, he left her a $50 tip... Likes to throw around his money maybe? So then he starts walking around trying to work out how to pay, refuses to believe me when I say you wait for your waitress to come back and give it to her. We walk back to the parking garage, in the rain. He doesn't remember where we park, argues with me about where it was. I was right. He doesn't know how to get home from the mall, I tell him where to go and for once he trusts me. Then he decides that to get home we need to take 65 South, and starts yelling at me when I calmly point out that we need to go North, that I take 65 home when I work. After lots of him yelling at me and us hitting God knows where he decides to take 65 North. We get back to my house and he has the damn balls to ask me if I'd like him to cook me dinner sometime soon.
Can we say I won't be calling him back... Ever... Can we say that Samantha will be blocking his number from the house phone? We sure can.
I'm in a shit mood. As I have been for nearly 24 hours now. I don't feel like seeing anyone, talking to anyone. No more dating for Samantha. I'm thinking about going cold turkey with the fuckers.