The Worst Date for Ms. Caldwell

The worst date for a person is just like beauty; it's in the eye (emotions/feelings) of the beholder. So I will take you to a small part in my past. I had some really good and bad dates, but I as the title suggests, this will be my worst date I have ever encountered.

First, a little about me. I am now married for four going five years, I have three beautiful children. I'm happily Mrs.Clampet these past years, but Ms. Caldwell is the one we will be meeting and having her tell her story.

As Ms. Caldwell, I had many dates here and there—some good, some not so great, and other times, they ended with a bit of fun, you can say. I won't say anything bad about the gentleman that took me out this particular day.

The night of our date, I was working at Lowe's. I had to stay late till around nine or ten at night. Not much is open that late at night, so you can imagine there weren't many choices. You're probably thinking, Why go on a date that night? Go a different night. Yes, we should have. Due to work, this was going to be our only chance.

Meeting this gentleman at the local Chili's, I was tired and ready to relax. Walking in the restaurant without my date in hand, it was looking bad from the start. I found us a seat, and for over 30 minutes, I waited. He texted me saying he was going to be late and I know what you're all thinking, Oh, being late...we are all late from time time. But being late was just the start of it all.

Him being late led to me getting approached by other suitors that were not all that interesting, and some of them even smelled of booze. On top of that, it was really late. Chili's was going to close soon at this point, I was hungry enough to order and eat without him, and I didn't get to clean up and change out of my work clothes.

So he finally showed up, we ordered to go because the restaurant was going to close in 20 minutes, got our food, and left. He asked me to ride with him, but this was our first time meeting on a date and I'm old fashioned, so that didn't fly with me at all. Thinking back, I'm glad I'm old-fashioned and I hope, soon, you will see that, too. Okay, back to the story...

So we met up at Walmart, of all places, and had our dinner in the parking lot on the tailgate of his truck. Right then I was thinking the only thing going for this guy was that he had the balls to show up and he paid for my dinner. We had good conversations and a good meal. After that, we went inside Walmart to walk around and I did some shopping for new work shoes and jeans. I was going to do that after the date, but he was very pushy in wanting to go with me.

While walking around, things got weird for me. He got all close, tried to hold me, and when that didn't work, he tried to hold my hand (it didn't happen). He kept leaning in close to my head like he was going to kiss the top of my head...or maybe he was sniffing my hair?...

The way he talked to me was different, too. It went from funny and friendly to hard and insulting. He didn't like anything about what I was wearing and the clothes and shoes I was picking out were all wrong for him. Mind you I worked till late, so I'm still in work clothes, and I was there to buy more work-related items.

At this point I started getting fed up with the guy and decided that the date was over and he needed to leave me alone. Well, let's just say he didn't like that too much....I'm going to pause right here and take you back to my childhood for a bit.....

As a small girl, and having a single mother, my mother decided that it would be a good idea to have me learn to defend myself in case something tried to take off with me or hurt me. I was and still am kinda good at defending myself today.....Okay, resume story....

As I began to walk away, he grabbed the end of my ponytail, holding me there and begging me to stay and get to know each other more. I told him no and to let go. He kept holding my hair. People were starting to look and watch. You would think someone would come help...I asked again for him to let go. He refused and pulled a little to bring me closer.

Now I am mad. I was talking eyes are red, hair should be on fire mad. While he held my hair I spun around and came in fast for a good knee jab to the crouch. That wasn't enough and I knew that the jab would only work a little, so I give him an elbow to the left temple. At this point he let go, and that's what I wanted, but I wasn't finished. I looked down at him while he was trying to get his footing and stand back up straight. I said, "I are you finish acting the fool?" in a quite angry voice.

He called me a some nasty names. I told him how much of a loser he was, and then I started to walk away again. Instead of just leaving me alone, he came at me again, and this time picking me up behind. I moved around while, this time, yelling at him to put me down and calling out for help. After seeing no one was going to help me, I got in a good position and started slamming my elbow and fists on the top of his head and slamming his temples.

After a few really good, hard hits, he dropped me and he fell to the ground. Calming down, some workers ran up to me and asked me if I was okay. I told them that I was fine and I walked away with another worker, staying with me till I got to my car.

Luckily the other workers called the cops. Not sure what they did, but I was just happy to get away from that crazy person.

Well that's it. #MyWorstDate

The end.