THE KING OF BAD DATES
Today’s contributor refused to be this loser’s “burger queen”
I went through a rocky breakup, and my friend decided to set me up with his cousin. In the weeks prior to our date, we spoke for hours and sent each other pictures. He was tall, handsome, and had great conversation skills.
I picked him up for our date, and the first thing I noticed was his baggy clothing, which I loathed. After my brief superficiality, I decided to proceed with the date. We planned to see a movie, and he told me he wanted to see a scary movie. I was annoyed; we had previously talked about how much I hated them. When I reminded him of that conversation, he insisted that we see it anyway. We argued, and he finally apologized and agreed to see something else. When he purchased the tickets, I saw that he bought tickets to the scary movie, which didn’t start for over an hour. By that point, I was angry and no longer wanted to continue the date, but I forced myself to give it a chance. I figured we’d go to one of the bars or restaurants nearby to pass the time. Instead, he picked Burger King. Never in a million years did I expect a man to take me to Burger King on a first date.
I waited until he got to the register, then made a beeline to my car. And yep — I pulled off! He called and left several voicemails, but I never answered. Honestly, I couldn’t have cared less how he got home.
