I recently said in a thread about me being the Queen of Bad Dates. And I don't think I'm too far off. I was going to post a response, but then realized that I write way too much, so I thought I'd post it here.
On a first date I'd always dress very conservatively. I learned from a couple of first dates that some guys would talk to my boobs. Great. I've had one that actually asked my size!!! I'm a dead serious, Darling. He hardly talked about anything else that evening. And then he expected me to go parking with him! Parking! Like high school!
Well, I think it was the next guy I went out with I wore a jacket to add to the conservative look. He asked how much I weighed! I remember almost choking on my salad and I think I bit the fork. He admitted to liking slimmer girls and sorry if he came off sounding like an asshole. I basically told him I was sorry he was an asshole, too.
But I've never walked out on a date. I never made an excuse to leave early no matter how much I wanted to. Even Evan, my little homosexual friend. I stayed until the very bitter end.
I was working for an interior design firm in Dallas where I met him. OK, I know what you're thinking, but we get a lot of macho guys working with us, and Evan was a very handsome man, perfect manners and just an engaging personality, so intelligent.
He did kind of pester me to go out with him THIS Friday. Had to be THIS Friday. Of course, I didn't think anything about it other than he didn't want to be alone on Friday. I was looking forward to it. Since I kinda knew him I dressed nicely like I'm going to have fun no matter what. Mum came and stayed with the baby, and I told her I didn't know what time I'd be in. 10:15. That's what time.
Had a nice dinner then went for drinks at a club that I can't remember. JRs or something Dallas sounding. I wasn't the only woman in the place so there was no tip off, but I think that maybe I wasn't the only one who looked like a woman. I don't know, but we had just ordered our drinks when this Hispanic fellow comes to sit down at our table and begins talking to Evan. Very nice looking and very effeminate. I remember thinking, oh, I bet he likes the way Evan looks, because, like I said, Evan was very handsome. But then the guy starts to raise his voice, but I have to admit I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying. I was trying to be nicer to him than he was to me because he hardly acknowledged me before. Then I heard him say something like "oh yeah, like you would really do her." I thought, what an awful little man.
He got louder then Evan got louder and then Evan kind of "came out." I know it took me a little while to realize what was going on. They both left the table and went to the back of the room where all I heard were lots of arguments and very loud voices. I think that's when I looked around and realized this was a gay bar. And I was sitting alone. I don't think I felt threatened, but who knows what could happen.
Evan appeared out of nowhere and asked if I would like to leave. I don't even think I answered him, but I know I was on his arm in a matter of seconds. Finally went to someplace I knew, the Stoneleigh P for a real drink. He apologized for what happened and that he kind of used me but really liked me and on and on. I just had about three drinks in a row and was looped.
He confessed he thought his boyfriend was cheating on him and wanted to make him jealous. So he wanted to be seen with the most beautiful woman in Dallas. Yeah, I fell for that one, too, I'm afraid. It was getting too drunk to be mad at him, and I really don't think I got upset until the next day after I thought about it.
He brought me home right after that. I didn't dare tell Mum what happened, just told her I wasn't feeling well.
That's not even the worst date, but it's definitely one I'll remember for a long, long time!
On a first date I'd always dress very conservatively. I learned from a couple of first dates that some guys would talk to my boobs. Great. I've had one that actually asked my size!!! I'm a dead serious, Darling. He hardly talked about anything else that evening. And then he expected me to go parking with him! Parking! Like high school!
Well, I think it was the next guy I went out with I wore a jacket to add to the conservative look. He asked how much I weighed! I remember almost choking on my salad and I think I bit the fork. He admitted to liking slimmer girls and sorry if he came off sounding like an asshole. I basically told him I was sorry he was an asshole, too.
But I've never walked out on a date. I never made an excuse to leave early no matter how much I wanted to. Even Evan, my little homosexual friend. I stayed until the very bitter end.
I was working for an interior design firm in Dallas where I met him. OK, I know what you're thinking, but we get a lot of macho guys working with us, and Evan was a very handsome man, perfect manners and just an engaging personality, so intelligent.
He did kind of pester me to go out with him THIS Friday. Had to be THIS Friday. Of course, I didn't think anything about it other than he didn't want to be alone on Friday. I was looking forward to it. Since I kinda knew him I dressed nicely like I'm going to have fun no matter what. Mum came and stayed with the baby, and I told her I didn't know what time I'd be in. 10:15. That's what time.
Had a nice dinner then went for drinks at a club that I can't remember. JRs or something Dallas sounding. I wasn't the only woman in the place so there was no tip off, but I think that maybe I wasn't the only one who looked like a woman. I don't know, but we had just ordered our drinks when this Hispanic fellow comes to sit down at our table and begins talking to Evan. Very nice looking and very effeminate. I remember thinking, oh, I bet he likes the way Evan looks, because, like I said, Evan was very handsome. But then the guy starts to raise his voice, but I have to admit I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying. I was trying to be nicer to him than he was to me because he hardly acknowledged me before. Then I heard him say something like "oh yeah, like you would really do her." I thought, what an awful little man.
He got louder then Evan got louder and then Evan kind of "came out." I know it took me a little while to realize what was going on. They both left the table and went to the back of the room where all I heard were lots of arguments and very loud voices. I think that's when I looked around and realized this was a gay bar. And I was sitting alone. I don't think I felt threatened, but who knows what could happen.
Evan appeared out of nowhere and asked if I would like to leave. I don't even think I answered him, but I know I was on his arm in a matter of seconds. Finally went to someplace I knew, the Stoneleigh P for a real drink. He apologized for what happened and that he kind of used me but really liked me and on and on. I just had about three drinks in a row and was looped.
He confessed he thought his boyfriend was cheating on him and wanted to make him jealous. So he wanted to be seen with the most beautiful woman in Dallas. Yeah, I fell for that one, too, I'm afraid. It was getting too drunk to be mad at him, and I really don't think I got upset until the next day after I thought about it.
He brought me home right after that. I didn't dare tell Mum what happened, just told her I wasn't feeling well.
That's not even the worst date, but it's definitely one I'll remember for a long, long time!
