The latest meme du jour is to tell about your worst date ever.
Unfortunately, my "worst" date contains classified information, so I can't spill the beans on that until the statute of limitations expire. What I can do is talk about my second-worst date. Compared to some of the stories I've read by other bloggers, it's relatively tame... but it does have vomit in it, which should be grounds for immediate qualification... shouldn't it?
Lucky for me I already blogged about it a couple of years ago, so I get to cut and paste today's entry. This is good, because I have to get up in 4-1/2 hours so I can drive to the airport. Stupid early morning flights.
Anyway...
When talking about "worst dates," I am reminded of a time I attempted to build a relationship while battling a migraine headache AND being nauseated by The Special Pills. It all started when I was set up on a date with a girl who I really, really liked... but from a distance. I didn't know her very well at all. A mutual friend asked her if she wanted to go out with me, and she said something like "oh, he's funny!" and agreed. But, on the day we decided on dinner and a movie, I was hit with a huge migraine. Desperately not wanting to break our date for fear I would never get another one, I doped up on The Special Pills and went on my way. Dinner was painful. She talked and talked and talked about... well, nothing, really. My head was throbbing, and she simply would not stop talking. After paying the check I went to the bathroom so I could throw up. Then we drove to the movie with her talking all the way... I was SO looking forward to the film starting in anticipation of finally getting some peace and quiet. Alas, it was not to be. She talked through the entire film...
*Those unfamiliar with internet-speak can get an "O RLY" explanation here.
It was the longest night of my life. Puking in the bathroom was actually a hilight. The funny thing was that she thought the date went great, and asked my friend if I would be asking her out again. Sure she was fun to look at, but the thought of having to endure another night of her non-stop talking without guarantee of a sexual return was more than I could take. I didn't make just one excuse to get out of asking her out again, I made five.
One day I should be reminded to write about my third-worst date. It has Vaseline in it... but not in the way you might be thinking.
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I was the girl, no, honestly, I really was THAT girl once. I went out with this guy a long time ago in a far distant past(I thought he was so HOT, should have known that myopia is a true blessing) who was so blah, I couldn’t stand it and I found myself talking (heck, I was blathering non-stop) about nothing all night long.
Then about 5 years ago we ran into each other and we talked and laughed about that “date from hell”, he admitted that while he had wanted to go out with me he was just coming off a bad relationship and I was just not ready to date anyone right then, we are date buddies now.
Our last “date” was this evening as a matter of fact, we went to The Haunted Theatre in Wenatchee at the Pressroom Theatre, Dave, you should go when you get back.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m675ySKyEbw
Glad to hear you weren’t actually “missing” just internetless.
Note to self: Remind Dave to write about third-worst date. Vaseline, hmmm? That could be interesting.
So you would have totally seen her again if you thought you could get in her pants? Think she would have stopped talking then? 😉
I’d swear a girl went out with me once as a ‘revenge date.’ My thought being she was unhappy that a brief stint of dating we’d had months before didn’t go the way she wanted.
Or something.
So, on the second round of dating, which lasted one date, she decided to teach me a lesson. There’s no other way to explain the non-stop bitching *about everything* she put me through that night.
And I wasn’t even able to work up a good puke to get away from her for a few moments.
She probably complained to her friends that getting any talk out of you was like pulling teeth.
Wow. I thought some of the dates I had were bad…..that wins a prize right there.
I’m the opposite of that girl. I don’t talk…that makes people nervous. And let me just say, migraines and dates don’t mix. ALWAYS postpone a date if you have a migraine. If I were ever to go on a date with a migraine, I’m sure any chance with that guy would be thrown out the window.
You could have talked about our date…you know, the one we both agreed to NEVER talk about again…and just keep ‘between us boys’?