(Hi Folks! Sorry for the delay in posts but a little thing called life has been kicking my butt. There are more date stories to come!)
Date #4: Bread-n-Butter
How we met: He was a referral from one of my Sorors
His Stats: 31, college-educated, born and raised in the city we live in (wow, shocker), financial planner
The Date: Dinner at a Cajun chain restaurant (I really despise chain restaurants)
What I wore: Mustard-yellow cropped jacket, black tank, dark jeans, black flats, silver and black accessories
This was my first official blind date ever. I had no clue what this dude looked like just knew he had a decent phone voice. My Soror set everything up. I should have asked questions, but decided to go into this with an open mind.
We planned to have dinner after work around 6:30 p.m. Bread-n-Butter called to verify that we were still on for the evening around lunchtime…and then again a little after 5. I thought he may be a little excited for the date. No harm.
Traffic was pretty bad on my way there so as it got closer to 6:30, BNB called me to see where I was. I told him I should be there around 7.
Ten minutes later, my phone rings again. It’s him…again. Asking me where I am…again. I let him know I’m still on the way and that I should arrive around 7…same thing I said ten minutes earlier. He says he’s there and waiting in the lobby area.
Not too long after that my phone rings…
BNB: So my phone is about to die. I just wanted to let you know I’m still here.
Me: Ok no problem, I’ll see you when I get there.
At this point my phone battery is going dead because of the numerous phone calls. But wait, he’s not done. My phone rings again.
BNB: Am I harassing you yet?
Harassment was three phone calls ago, buddy. Needless to say I was irritated when I arrived.
It’s been said that you can tell a lot about what a person thinks of you by who they hook you up with. I’m praying this is not true…
I walk in the door of the restaurant and see a man in a bad suit with a shiny paisley print on the lapel and ill fitting pants. Just horrendous. I realized this person was my date. I have a horrible habit of letting what I’m thinking show on my face. So in an effort to hide my disappointment, I told myself to have an open mind, pasted on my best fake smile, and greeted him with a warm hello.
At the table BNB flips his menu over and over scanning the options.
Me: What are you thinking about having?
BNB: I don’t know. I don’t really like Cajun food. It upsets my stomach.
Why in the world would you suggest a Cajun restaurant then?? He did, however, find pleasure in the bread basket and the butter and after exclaiming the bread and butter was so good he was going to ask for some to take home, he put a huge chunk of bread in his mouth and threw the rest of the piece back into the bread basket.
I ate my shrimp and grits as quickly as possible and trudged through the worst dinner conversation ever. He asked me why I was single (the quickest way to get on my bad side) and shifted uncomfortably in his chair when he pouted like a three-year-old child that “he didn’t like dating.”
The one high point of the evening was that he paid for my parking. Other than that, I could have gone without this date. Can I have that hour and a half of my life back?
SASSY readers, have you ever been on a blind date? How did it turn out? Any horror stories? Until next time…
Love is all we need,
Sasha
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Poor thing! Im so sorry you had to sit through that! I at least hope your dinner was good.
Awww, he was nervous. He got too excited, put on something that went well on his last successful date (some years ago), and a woman told him that restaurant would be a good 1st date. I think the bread deal was all out of nervousness as well. Am I making excuses for him? …Maybe. Should you give him another shot? Only if you give the old man another shot lol!
I’ve never been on a blind date, but I am open to the possibility. Next time, ask your friend more questions about the person; that should clear things up right then and there.
i am so disgusted that he pouted! gross