It had been a while since he first asked me to go out with him, I always had an excuse. “I’m too busy” was the perfect one and I didn’t hesitate to use it over and over again. Then we got talking regularly on phone and I started to like him, finally I agreed to go out with him on a date, the FIRST date.
We met at a landmark because he didn’t have a car (I swear I didn’t mind). Then Mistake Number 1; he asked me “Where do you want to go”? I couldn’t believe my ears, after all this time surely he would have made adequate preparations without needing my input. I said I didn’t know, he gave me a few options and I picked one and off we went. Then Mistake Number 2; He put me in a cab with other people (I promise I’m not shallow or superficial) but in my head I thought, “you have been asking me out for months, surely you could have made arrangements for a drop?” The distance was so short it wouldn’t even have cost anything. I swallowed that in and said to myself “stop being so choosy, you like him remember.” We got to the location and had the date. Then Mistake Number 3; he complained about the date to me and how it wasn’t what he wanted to do. In my head I’m like- surely if you had envisioned a perfect date in your mind you could have taken me on that date instead of asking for my opinion and b**ching about it? Here I was already at the end of my rope. So I got a cab and said my goodbyes and guess what? Yes, you guessed right. He didn’t offer to pay (I’m rich and do not need your money but chivalry goes a long way).
I figured I had learned from this. So when another guy and another first date came around, we met at the location this time so I wouldn’t have to find out if he would make mistake number 1 or 2! We met at a restaurant, I sat down and he asked me “What do you want to eat?” “What would you like to have?” would have been a better question. But seeing as I don’t like any of those questions because it makes me feel as if I’m a hungry girl (Yeah, I’m a little weird), I said “Oh I don’t know, what are you having?” Then he makes mistake number 1; he said: “Oh I’m not hungry, I ate before I came so you can just pick anything.” “Really? You decided to eat before you came on a date you invited me on, so I should be eating while you watch me?” was what I was tempted to say, instead I said, “oh that’s alright, I’m fine too.” He insisted on getting me water and nothing for himself, of course. We talked and then it was time to go, but of course he didn’t put me in a drop or offer to pay for my cab (and it was in the night), that was his mistake number 2.
And then another first date, we met at the location of course. Then he made his Mistake Number 1; he came LATE! I would like to point out that I’m not a punctual person, I go late for stuff. So I got there a few minutes late and he got there 30 minutes later than I did. I would have left but it was the mall and I was shopping, he came and apologised profusely and I graciously accepted the apology. We went to the movies and Mistake Number 2; he started groping me! Hello? I just met you and what gives you the right to think you can feel me up for a few bucks? I almost made a scene so he let me be, apologised and I left.
I could go on and on about how I’ve suffered through first dates. I’ve had some good ones, but for now the bad ones outweigh the good.
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