You know most of my worst dates have happened in the summer. This one was a few years ago, but it was boring. My worst date was with this guy that I will call Boring Mike.
I met him at a singles mixer. Yes, I was that lame. So the friend I went with met a guy and I met no one, until I met Boring Mike 15 minutes before it ended. He was tall, dark, and handsome, which I must admit, is a weakness of mine. He was dressed very nice, had nice shoes and had a very nice smile. There was something about him that was friendly and safe.
So we chatted for a bit, than later that weekend we chatted on the phone and set up a date for during the week. I met him at his house, and when I got into his car, the "thong song" came on. I laughed nonstop for about 5 minutes while he turned a bright shade of red and denied listening to it, saying it was part of a mix cd or something.
So we get to the pub and game place, which actually could have been fun if I had been with someone else, but no, it was boring. It was one of those first date places that are great for guys who want to try and manhandle their dates by "teaching" them how to play the games. So Mike tried to teach me how to play this tabletop shuffle board game, and I beat him because I had played real shuffleboard for multiple summers since I was 7. He was pissed off and during our last game, I thought, "crap, I should let him win". But I didn't. So on to the next game we went, which was a shooting game, and I won. He got more pissed. I beat him at mini golf too, while he tried to educate me on how to line up shots. I have been playing mini golf and real golf with my dad since I was 5.
So finally, I said "I don't know how to play pool". He proceeded to kick my ass at pool, after I hit one shot, not even attempting to teach me. I guess I gave him back his ego or something.
So after all of our games, we sit there, having a beer, and he looks down at my feet. I notice that he's just staring at them, and I think "wow, this night might get better".
"So, you really take care of your feet, huh? Look, you have your toenails painted and a toe ring. That's pretty wild".
So I guess he thought I was a big whore cause I cared about my feet. He proceeds to tell me that he never dated a girl like me before and I have the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen and how lucky he is to date a girl like me. And how I'm out of his league. Then he sings a song about it. Something like "Her eyes are blue, and her name is Jess".
So I suggest we go back to his house, which he owns and he says that he can't because his mom is still awake. The guy is 28 years old. So I called it a night and he drove me back to his car. And then I called the guy that I was hooking up with at the time and we had a bondage session and my night got better.
I met him at a singles mixer. Yes, I was that lame. So the friend I went with met a guy and I met no one, until I met Boring Mike 15 minutes before it ended. He was tall, dark, and handsome, which I must admit, is a weakness of mine. He was dressed very nice, had nice shoes and had a very nice smile. There was something about him that was friendly and safe.
So we chatted for a bit, than later that weekend we chatted on the phone and set up a date for during the week. I met him at his house, and when I got into his car, the "thong song" came on. I laughed nonstop for about 5 minutes while he turned a bright shade of red and denied listening to it, saying it was part of a mix cd or something.
So we get to the pub and game place, which actually could have been fun if I had been with someone else, but no, it was boring. It was one of those first date places that are great for guys who want to try and manhandle their dates by "teaching" them how to play the games. So Mike tried to teach me how to play this tabletop shuffle board game, and I beat him because I had played real shuffleboard for multiple summers since I was 7. He was pissed off and during our last game, I thought, "crap, I should let him win". But I didn't. So on to the next game we went, which was a shooting game, and I won. He got more pissed. I beat him at mini golf too, while he tried to educate me on how to line up shots. I have been playing mini golf and real golf with my dad since I was 5.
So finally, I said "I don't know how to play pool". He proceeded to kick my ass at pool, after I hit one shot, not even attempting to teach me. I guess I gave him back his ego or something.
So after all of our games, we sit there, having a beer, and he looks down at my feet. I notice that he's just staring at them, and I think "wow, this night might get better".
"So, you really take care of your feet, huh? Look, you have your toenails painted and a toe ring. That's pretty wild".
So I guess he thought I was a big whore cause I cared about my feet. He proceeds to tell me that he never dated a girl like me before and I have the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen and how lucky he is to date a girl like me. And how I'm out of his league. Then he sings a song about it. Something like "Her eyes are blue, and her name is Jess".
So I suggest we go back to his house, which he owns and he says that he can't because his mom is still awake. The guy is 28 years old. So I called it a night and he drove me back to his car. And then I called the guy that I was hooking up with at the time and we had a bondage session and my night got better.
