An Actual Date Was My Worst Date!

You know it's hard to find an actual decent date when you have a worst date ever! This is #MyWorstDate.

Usually I'm against dating apps and meeting up with people I've met on them. But my mother and aunt had offered to meet up with some guy I met on a dating app. He seemed sweet, nice, good looking, and decent. We had even had a good amount of laughs while talking virtually! But, one should never judge a book by its cover, or in this case, his profile!

Going back to when I first started talking to him, he was an interesting person. We seemed to have a lot in common from favorite movies, to foods, to favorite comedian! But what I didn't know was this; he was just like every other jerk I've met in my life.

After talking for at least a week, I decided to set up a day to meet with him. It was a bit tough finding him because he never actually told me where his place was. Instead, my aunt, mom, and I waited in a gas station parking lot probably a few miles away from where he actually was. We waited for a few good minutes before he finally told me he didn't have a mode of transportation. His Wi-Fi was also out of whack. So I had a hard time keeping a decent connection with him.

He had asked me, through text, where was I and why was it taking me so long to get to him. I replied, "Because you said to begin with that you would meet up with me... never saying I had to be at you house or wherever you were."

Well he finally told me and directed me in the correct direction of his place. Or at least the area he lived at. He never really gave out his address, so my mother never took me to his house. Well, when we finally found him riding around a trailer park on his bicycle, mom stopped the car and I hopped out to great him.

He was probably about five foot ten. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He wear glasses and he was clean shaved.

He greeted me with a warm hug, lifting me off the ground, mind you. Of course I giggled and we hoped in my mom's car and sat there and talked a while before he finally asked me if I would go out with him. Obviously, I accepted.

So we made the date the next day. His mother drive up in an old pickup truck. The back window wasn't there anymore and the truck smelled like cigarette smoke. I wasn't at all impressed. But I didn't want to be rude. His mother did offer to bring us to the mall for our "date." So, as she dropped us off in front of a clothing store and then drove off giving us a time when she would be back to pick us up, we both wandered inside the store and looked around.

As a simple cheap date, I didn't mind the fact it wasn't like normal dates. I was happy... kind of.

We walked around the store for a good fifteen minutes. Wandering all the way to the linen department. That's when it all went south.

He pushed me against a display of hanging drapes and he had the look of lust in his eye.

"Ouch!" I said to him. "What gives?"

"Don't worry, since you're not a thin girl, I'm not worried about hurting you," he replied with a smile.

I gave him a look. I hated when people pointed out my body type. I told him to get off me and act like a human being. I even told him that whatever it was he wanted to do, it wasn't going to happen.

"Awe, you're no fun," he rolled his eyes.

We walked around the store some more and made our way to the back where all the yard supplies were. As I was distracted by something of the shelves, he grabs my arm and I fall on top of him.

"What the heck," I said with anger in my voice.

"Make out with me, no one's watching," he said, lust in his eyes again.

I look up and see an older gentlemen staring at us. So I raise up and ask him to go somewhere else. We made our way to the bookstore.

Once we got there, I stared over at the small café they had. But I said nothing. Later he said he wanted a coffee so I found that as an opportunity to say I wanted something to.

"Do you have money?" he asked me.

I gave him a look. "You asked me out. So doesn't that mean you have to get me something instead of me getting myself something?"

He shrugged. "I only have enough for one."

I was a bit annoyed at this. I was raised old fashioned where when a man asked a woman out, he bought whatever. And vise versa.

"Forget it," I said walking over to the magazines.

He just shrugged it off and made himself comfortable on a leather armed seat. I kind of rolled my eyes and watched him as he slowly fell asleep. I was steamed at that point. So I pulled out my phone, snapped a picture of my sleeping "date" and sent it to my mom.

"Can you please pick me up?" I text my mom. "He fell asleep. I want to come home! This is the worst date ever!"

She replied with an I'm on my way just tell me where you are. But right before I was able to reply, his phone rang. It was his mom calling to let us know she was waiting for us.

So we called it there. I was quiet on the ride home. Hugging him goodbye and thanking his mom for the ride, I walked inside my house, relieved.

Later that day he sent me a text, saying he wanted to go out again. I told him no thanks. Our little date wasn't all that fun. He wasn't happy with that. So he told me he only wanted one thing from me anyway and since I wasn't going to give it to him, he was calling everything off that never even started.

This little adventure caused me to be more careful not only on dating apps, but also on social media period. Something could've happened to me. But thankfully it didn't.

And that was #MyWorstDate.