Bad dates

Thanks for the warm fuzzies yesterday.  I finally got out of the meeting of doom and made it home by about 3.  Two prescription pain killers, one bar of chocolate, some kitty snuggles on the sofa, dinner brought home by my sweetie, and a sleeping pill later and I’m feeling much better.  I’d still like another night or two of good, uninterrupted sleep, but I’m better than I was yesterday.

So, Mel wrote today about some particularly bad dates.  Dates with a certain, Seinfeldian quality to them.  She asked for others to share their own stories.

I didn’t date much in high school and I only dated one guy all through college, so I don’t have any good stories from that time.   Let’s see…

1.  This doesn’t really count as a date story.  At least, it isn’t MY date story, but I have to share it nonetheless.  I’d been dating one particular person for a couple of years.  We were, in fact, living together.  The town that we lived in had a big three day weekend street festival every July.  The second day of the festival, I went to work at 6 (I worked in the juice/coffee/deli bar of our local natural foods grocery store.  I got everything ready to open for the day and took my morning break.  I got my hot-out-of-the-oven bagel and made myself a cappucino and sat down to scan the local newspaper.  The front page story was about the opening day of the street festival with a half-page, full-color photo of the crowd on the main drag.  There, right in the center of the photo, obviously the focal point of the shot, were two couples.  One was holding hands, the other couple had their arms around each other.  The man in the second couple was my boyfriend.  The woman in that couple was definitely not me.  I’d been at work.  All day.  He came home later that evening to find his things stacked up on the front porch.  I am sorry to say that I did eventually forgive him and let him come back.  I am apparently a slow learner.

2.  I’ve mentioned before that Shannon and I met through the online dating service where I worked when I first moved to Texas.  Before I met Shannon, I made several friends through the site and went out on some casual dates with some of them.  I’d been chatting both online and over the phone with one particular fellow for several weeks and gotten to be pretty good cyber-friends so we decided to get together one Saturday.  He was going to take me on a tour of the Dallas Art District.  I love art museums and couldn’t wait. We did take a quick tour of one museum and then spent the next couple of hours driving around Dallas and suburbs so he could show me how he could identify what town we were in by the color of the street signs.  Whee.  To this day, when we go into Dallas, I find myself strangely drawn to looking at the street signs.

3.  There’s the weekend that my boyfriend took me to his parents’ beach house along with a bunch of his friends and they spent most of the time getting high in the garage while I stayed inside fixing snacks for them.  Does that count as a bad date?