Date Night!

Now, I give everyone the benefit of the doubt, or however the saying goes. My mother always told me not to judge a book without reading its content, or it was something about a cover, but essentially she was teaching me not to pass judgement upon people without actually getting to know them and so that was one of the rules I had adopted in regards to dating.

So here goes nothing. I walk into a gas station to get Goody powders for my best friend and I. It was my best friend's birthday and we just knew there would be a drunken night ahead of us so we decided to catch the hangover before it even had a chance, hence the Goody powers. The cashier gives me what appears to me a wink as he gives me my cash back, so I take the initiative and asked his name. He does seem a little weird and the cornrows in his hair a little odd but I agree to exchange numbers and go out sometime. Fast forward to Saturday night, we had agreed to go catch a movie at the theatre earlier in the week. I call him because I am running a little late and ask where he is and all of a sudden he states that he is running late too but that it isn't going to take him long to get to the movie theatre because he can walk. I'm a little puzzled because why would you walk when there are cars, but I just brush it off and tell him to call me when he gets there. I arrive and I wait for, I know, almost 45 minutes until he walks in looking out of breath. I make light of the time I'd been waiting and ask what movie he is interested in seeing.

Since it was already late, neither of the movies showing was starting anytime soon so we decide to do something else. As we're walking outside he starts to tell me about how I have to drive because he doesn't have a car right now, REALLY. Mind you in our prior conversations he made it seem as though he had a car. Nevertheless, I agree and we go around the corner to shoot pool. As we shoot pool he weirdly stares at me the entire time and I constantly have to ask him questions to lighten the mood because he's clearly nervous and doesn't know what to do or say.

I suggest going to the bar for a drink and when we get to the bar he buys his drink and pays, then looks at me and waits for me to order and purchase my own drink, OHHH REALLY. After what seems like the longest two pool games of my life I suggest we go to a Japanese restaurant about a block away. We walk over to the restaurant, I place my order and pay, then I go sit to wait on it to be cooked, thinking that we'll talk a little more, you know to end the date on a decent note, being that food always makes things better for me. As I sit down, he stands up and says, "Well, my Uber is outside, I'm gonna go."

#MyWorstDate.