Molly Goldberg
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My Worst Date
It was all so innocent, starting out with a mutual right swipe. He had curly hair, which I always love, so I decided to send him a message. The dude seemed nice, and even a little artsy with his picture in front of an old train. He responded after a few hours, and then conversation flowed, things were going OK. We talked for two weeks over text before deciding to meet up. Then the day came, and he suggested we meet at his favorite donut shop, which would have been fine, casual and close to home in case I needed to run. However, his way of starting the date was to tell me how he used to spend a lot of money on his dates, until he started getting less and less second dates so he started spending less and less money on them; the donuts were five dollars all together. Then our conversation (really his because he did most of the talking) started to get grouchy. He went on and on about how he's angry with his NYU advisor, so I started composing a "help me" text to my roommate, who unfortunately didn't have cell service. I didn't know how long I could deal with this; he sounded nothing like he did virtually. How could I not have known? Had he calculated everything he sent before he sent it?
By Molly Goldberg6 years ago in Humans