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worst date ever
Oct. 11th, 2009 03:21 pmNow that I've experienced what straight people go through, I'm quite ready to declare myself lesbian. Okay, maybe not, but Jesus Christ. I'm sure he's a great guy, but...no. Definitely NOT for me.
We'd planned to meet up and grab lunch. No problems with that at all, I thought. We both took the bus down to a shopping center at which there are several restaurants. Upon meeting him, he barely said hello before launching into a monologue about the anti-diarrhea medication he'd just purchased, and wondered if he could find it any cheaper at the dollar store next door. At his insistence I waited for him to go check, and he returned to tell me that yes, the dollar store had it for an entire $1.68 cheaper, but that he was disappointed as he'd already opened the package he had and thus couldn't get a refund on it.
I told him that I had no restaurant preference whatsoever, since I'm really not picky with food. He then immediately told me that he can't eat anything fried because it gives him the runs. Lovely, I thought. I suggested Applebee's since it has grilled items, and he agreed. Now, he'd told me beforehand that he has Chron's disease and I completely understand and sympathize with him, and had no objections to his diet requirements. I can't anyway, lol.
Still, from the second we sat down, at a table in a nice restaurant mind you, he did nothing but tell me all about his symptoms. I have a strong stomach, but suffice it to say that his bowel disorder and related symptoms didn't really make for good pre-meal conversation. The waitress came to take our orders and he proceeded to tell her all about his disease as well, requesting substitutes for everything on the menu. Now I know it's something he has to do, but he could have made the requests without telling the poor waitress about the possible symptoms related to every item.
Once our food arrived, I got a bit of a reprieve since we were both focused on the food. In the middle, though, he began to tell me about losing his car and his license, for reasons he did not make clear, and that he couldn't afford to get his car out of impound so he was stuck taking the bus. Then he made some comments about illegal Mexicans and other racist remarks. When the meal was over, he griped about how long it was taking the waitress to return with the check, although it had been maybe five minutes tops since we'd finished eating. He got so upset by the short wait that he demanded another waitress check on it for us. I wanted to die of embarrassment. When I left the tip, he said I was leaving way too much and I replied that I used to be a waitress and always tip well, it's just something I feel strongly about. Besides, I paid for the whole thing, so I don't really know why he felt he had a say in how much I left.
Upon leaving the restaurant, he said he wasn't feeling well and needed to run on ahead to use Walmart's bathroom. I shrugged and told him to go ahead, and sat down to wait for him. Half an hour later he emerged to tell me that he had gotten a refund on his anti-diarrhea medicine from before and was going to go buy it at the dollar store instead. I shrugged again, and had to stop myself from laughing when he came back jubilant about saving less than two dollars.
While waiting for the bus, he proceeded to ask me if I'm even able to drive, and if my license is "American" or not. He seemed shocked when I told him that yes, it is, since you need to be a citizen of anywhere you obtain a license. He told me that he hadn't known you needed to be an Illinois citizen to get an Illinois license. The mystery of the car impounding suddenly became much more clear. He then went on to make some very stupid comments about Europeans that made no sense whatsoever. One of these was "so what do Europeans think about us (Americans)?" How the hell am I supposed to answer that? Everyone is different. He didn't seem to comprehend this and told me that he thought all Europeans thought alike. Uhhhhhhhh...
From there we went to the grocery store. The entire ride over, he kept asking me dumb shit about cell phones and which ones he should look at. Then he proceeded to sit there and laugh at his text messages or something for about ten miles. We went to the store, where despite his supposed money issues (remember the $1.68 he was so happy to save?) he bought several expensive fish and steak items. By the time he was done shopping, I was ready to just go home, so I said goodbye. He made a move as if he wanted to kiss me, but I'd turned around before he was able to. Thank God. Now he wants to meet me at the mall soon, for another date.
I feel as if I'm being overly mean here, but he kinda made my skin crawl. Almost like if I hadn't met him in daylight at a public place, he's have given no second thought to raping me repeatedly or something. Of course i don't know if that's true but that's the vibe I was getting from him, and the leers he sent me when he thought I wasn't looking? Just creepy.
Ugh! lol
We'd planned to meet up and grab lunch. No problems with that at all, I thought. We both took the bus down to a shopping center at which there are several restaurants. Upon meeting him, he barely said hello before launching into a monologue about the anti-diarrhea medication he'd just purchased, and wondered if he could find it any cheaper at the dollar store next door. At his insistence I waited for him to go check, and he returned to tell me that yes, the dollar store had it for an entire $1.68 cheaper, but that he was disappointed as he'd already opened the package he had and thus couldn't get a refund on it.
I told him that I had no restaurant preference whatsoever, since I'm really not picky with food. He then immediately told me that he can't eat anything fried because it gives him the runs. Lovely, I thought. I suggested Applebee's since it has grilled items, and he agreed. Now, he'd told me beforehand that he has Chron's disease and I completely understand and sympathize with him, and had no objections to his diet requirements. I can't anyway, lol.
Still, from the second we sat down, at a table in a nice restaurant mind you, he did nothing but tell me all about his symptoms. I have a strong stomach, but suffice it to say that his bowel disorder and related symptoms didn't really make for good pre-meal conversation. The waitress came to take our orders and he proceeded to tell her all about his disease as well, requesting substitutes for everything on the menu. Now I know it's something he has to do, but he could have made the requests without telling the poor waitress about the possible symptoms related to every item.
Once our food arrived, I got a bit of a reprieve since we were both focused on the food. In the middle, though, he began to tell me about losing his car and his license, for reasons he did not make clear, and that he couldn't afford to get his car out of impound so he was stuck taking the bus. Then he made some comments about illegal Mexicans and other racist remarks. When the meal was over, he griped about how long it was taking the waitress to return with the check, although it had been maybe five minutes tops since we'd finished eating. He got so upset by the short wait that he demanded another waitress check on it for us. I wanted to die of embarrassment. When I left the tip, he said I was leaving way too much and I replied that I used to be a waitress and always tip well, it's just something I feel strongly about. Besides, I paid for the whole thing, so I don't really know why he felt he had a say in how much I left.
Upon leaving the restaurant, he said he wasn't feeling well and needed to run on ahead to use Walmart's bathroom. I shrugged and told him to go ahead, and sat down to wait for him. Half an hour later he emerged to tell me that he had gotten a refund on his anti-diarrhea medicine from before and was going to go buy it at the dollar store instead. I shrugged again, and had to stop myself from laughing when he came back jubilant about saving less than two dollars.
While waiting for the bus, he proceeded to ask me if I'm even able to drive, and if my license is "American" or not. He seemed shocked when I told him that yes, it is, since you need to be a citizen of anywhere you obtain a license. He told me that he hadn't known you needed to be an Illinois citizen to get an Illinois license. The mystery of the car impounding suddenly became much more clear. He then went on to make some very stupid comments about Europeans that made no sense whatsoever. One of these was "so what do Europeans think about us (Americans)?" How the hell am I supposed to answer that? Everyone is different. He didn't seem to comprehend this and told me that he thought all Europeans thought alike. Uhhhhhhhh...
From there we went to the grocery store. The entire ride over, he kept asking me dumb shit about cell phones and which ones he should look at. Then he proceeded to sit there and laugh at his text messages or something for about ten miles. We went to the store, where despite his supposed money issues (remember the $1.68 he was so happy to save?) he bought several expensive fish and steak items. By the time he was done shopping, I was ready to just go home, so I said goodbye. He made a move as if he wanted to kiss me, but I'd turned around before he was able to. Thank God. Now he wants to meet me at the mall soon, for another date.
I feel as if I'm being overly mean here, but he kinda made my skin crawl. Almost like if I hadn't met him in daylight at a public place, he's have given no second thought to raping me repeatedly or something. Of course i don't know if that's true but that's the vibe I was getting from him, and the leers he sent me when he thought I wasn't looking? Just creepy.
Ugh! lol