#MyWorstDate

All my life I never really thought about dates. Relationships to me were a way for one person to keep tabs on another by controlling where they went and when they went there. I had spent my whole life trying to gain the confidence and knowledge to someday become a powerful figure in society and I did not need someone coming along and ripping that from my fingertips. I was always more of the independent type. If I went on a date I’d probably stress out the whole time about who’s going to pay for dinner. Typically I would pay because I hate for someone else to buy anything for me. The idea of that always made me uncomfortable. But a small part of me still wanted to know what it was like to go on one. And not the cliche, Hollywood cinema, stereotypical, retro diner type of date, either. I wanted a normal date. And by normal, I mean dinner at Applebee’s and possibly a movie at home. Finding the person to go on the date with was the hard part. I didn’t want to just go with anyone random, and I definitely did not want to do the blind date thing; that would be terrifying. So that is exactly what I did. I never would have thought that my worst date would also be my first and possibly my last, but it was exactly that. My best friend set me up on a blind date with one of her best friends’ ex. Now that already sounds terrible. Your best friend's ex? If I would have known at the time that that is who I would be going out with, I would have immediately declined the offer.

When I got there, I was seated at a table for two, alone. I wasn’t sure what this girl looked like or anything. At least what she was wearing would have been a good detail to know, that way I’d know who to look out for. Instead I sat there for 20 minutes, waiting for her to show up. Eventually, a woman from behind taps my shoulder. I turn around and there she was. My best friend’s best friend’s ex. Her name was Sylvia. I was so nervous when I saw her that I didn’t know what to say, so I shook her hand and then turned back around in my seat and sat there in silence. Already my date was off to a very awkward start. When she sat down she asked how long I’d been waiting here. I told her only about 5 minutes because I didn’t want to make her feel bad for making me wait. She apologized anyway and said that she had been helping her mom with something. I don’t exactly remember the excuse but I knew that was a lie because her phone beeped two minutes later with a text from a guy named Joe saying, “Had fun tonight. Hope we can do it again sometime.” Now, I know it was wrong for me to look at her phone, but in my defense she had it face up on the table and instead of it pointing toward herself it pointed toward me. It would have been impossible not to look. Ignoring the fact she already lied to me not even 5 minutes into the date, I asked her what she would be having. I wanted to get this horrible night over with already. She said a salad and a glass of water would be fine. Me being the person I am, I asked why she got something so healthy and why not a burger or something more appropriate for her body type. I know that wasn’t exactly nice to say, but someone as skinny as she was needed to be eating 10 full course meals a day, filled entirely with fattening foods to add more weight onto her bones. She replied with, “I’m on a diet, actually. Have to stay in shape for all these men that come visit me.” I chuckled and ignored that she basically just admitted to being a hoe, and waited for the waiter to come and take our order. The whole night overall was awful. We both could tell that we both weren’t into one another at all and majority of the conversation was filled with awkward silence and weird glances. Toward the end of our date, the most interesting and worst thing happened. Her boyfriend showed up. But he wasn’t there for her, he was there for another girl. It turned out that he was actually going on a date and cheating on her at the same time and place as she was. She saw him walk in and even though she knew she was cheating on him, she still got angry at the fact that he cheated on her. She decides to get up and leave our date to go talk to him. Long story short, they created a huge scene in the middle of Applebee’s and it ended with her being escorted off the premises and him approaching me and choking me until I was blue in the face. He was angry just as much as she was and decided to “pay a lesson” to the kid that she had been out on a date with. Unfortunately for me, when he told her what he was going to do, she responded with a shrug and said “I don’t care about that kid, he is the worst date I’ve ever had.” Little did she know, I was thinking the exact same thing the moment she walked through the door and tapped me on my shoulder. Luckily I was okay and I never saw that guy or girl again. If I did, I’d probably laugh in their faces and act like I don’t even know they exist. But thanks to her I haven’t been on a date since. If that experience happened to me again I would request for dating to be outlawed.

#MyWorstDate