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So, here it is…
“Worst Date Ever” #2
“Shortly after I’d turned 21 I was asked out by a guy while at a bar to see a band. He said his name was Chris and I gave him my number. We had a few very good phone conversations before he asked me out. I liked that he seemed funny, laid back, and attentive. I’d started to become a bit smitten.
When he picked me up for our first date he held the truck door open for me. I remember thinking something about how he’s as sweet in person as on the phone. I actually liked that I didn’t know where we we’re going for dinner or drinks. He had told me he’d come up with something fun.
We were driving and chatting for a short while when he suddenly dons a sort of sheepish attitude before saying, “So, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t want to cancel on you but my buddy just got back into town after being deployed. I was wondering if you’d be cool with us meeting up with him for a couple drinks.”
Not to seem uptight I agree. I’m friendly. It’s just drinks. I say I have no problem with this. Just about as I finish my sentence he pulls into the parking lot of a strip club. Chris offers the excuse that it was his buddy’s choice to come here. He questions me again trying to determine if this is alright with me while saying, “It really is just like any other bar except they have girls dressed in skimpy clothes.” Perhaps I said yes because I didn’t want to be the girl who complains, or I was a tiny bit curious (there’s a first for everything), or I was in shock and my brain hadn’t caught up.
Now, I didn’t really know it at the time, but this strip club is rather popular for having two sides. One side has a bar for 21 and up where the girls never get fully nude. The other side is for 18 and up, there’s no alcohol, and the girls are completely naked.
We walk in and Chris beelines straight for the fully nude side. My brain didn’t stand a chance of catching up. I think I started to have an out-of-body experience. Watching some guy lean backwards with his head on the stage while a naked girl practically sits on his face was something I could have gone without seeing in my life.
I tactfully pull Chris’ attention back to finding his friend, which we do on the other side. Thankfully the rest of the time at the club is uneventful. A couple drinks later Chris was caught up with his friend. I’m grateful when Chris wants to leave. I think the date is over; I can get him to take me home.
I, still being polite, suggest he take me home and we can go out another time. Of course I’m not going to ever talk to him again, but I don’t want to anger him. He’s had enough liquid courage to tell me he’s going to take me to a bar he likes by his house. He wanted to have a drink, just the two of us, and then go back to his place. The way he phrased this, and his general attitude, caused date rape whistles and bells to scream and clang. I never ever had any intention of going to his place and at this point I didn’t want to be alone with him any longer. I went from uncomfortable and incredulous to trying to stave off waves of dread. He continued to disregard my increasingly more forceful protests and we ended up at a sports bar.
I hesitate to go in. I’m not that far from home. I’m not sure what to do at this point. Call someone to pick me up? Hoof it home? He grabs my hand and pulls me inside while telling me to not worry. According to him I should lighten up.
He sits me down and orders drinks for us. He downs his and orders another. I can tell he’s feeling the alcohol. By this time I make the best of my situation and make conversation with a couple and their single guy friend playing pool a few seats from us at the bar. Chris takes leave to visit the restroom and the single guy quickly asks me what’s up with my date. I give him the low-down. He’s watched Chris decline into drunkenness. He offers to pay for a taxi to get me home. I’ve unknowingly found a knight in shining armor. But what to do about the increasingly belligerent Chris?
We see him angrily marching back across the bar from the restroom. The instant he reaches me he accosts me for talking to this other guy. My knight steps in to reassure Chris, but he’s having none of it. He’s too far gone with alcohol. The ruckus has attracted the attention of a security guard. Before I know it the guard has Chris in a vice grip and has picked him up off his feet. Chris is dragged from the building and literally thrown out all while spewing expletives at and about me.
I got my ride home. After being thrown out of the bar Chris started calling me. He left numerous messages alternating between apologizing, pleading, and cussing me out. I think he may have cried while leaving one and in another possibly threatened me. He was promptly and unceremoniously blocked.”
This story was submitted through the Eco Chain of Dating Blog.