Monday, November 20, 2006

Crazy For You...or just crazy

I had been talking to this girl online a few times, though nothing came of it. One day in the mall she recognized me from my picture, and I asked her out on a date. The big day soon came, and we just met at the mall and had a meal, and during the meal i started to realize that this woman was not exactly what you might call.. -how to put this - even mildly interesting. We then went to a movie of her choosing, "I still know what you did last summer". No offense to those who are fans, but this movie blew, I mean it blew donkey balls.

In and of itself this was no big deal, except that my date was thoroughly enjoying it, from begining to end. She laugh at moronic jokes, screamed at scenes my little sister wouldn't think were scary, and thought the plot was great. Strike two.

By now, I realized that I didn't want to go on another date, or evenspeak to her again, but I tried to hide my displeasure. Neither of us own a car, and she said she was going to walk home. Seeing that it was about to rain, I decided to at least try and be a gentleman and so asked where she lived and if she wanted me to walk her home. She said she just lived a "little ways over there" and would like me to walk with her.

Little did I realize that "a little ways over there " was 3 miles away. Ofcourse by now it's pouring rain, and I am soaked from head to toe. We arrive at her house, and I ask if I can come in and call a cab. She says no, she is afraid we'll wake her parents, and that she'll call for me. She goes in. Minutes pass. More minutes pass. The rain gets even harder.

Finally I get sick of awaiting and knock on the door, which opens to reveal a not unattractive young woman. "May I help you?" So I explain who I am and why I'm standing there on their front porch getting rained on, and she quickly brings me in. We call the cab, which never comes, so the sister and her boyfriend graciously give me a ride back to my barracks, with apologies on behave of her sister (whom I haven't see since she went inside, and who has either forgotten about me or wants to pretend I'm not there)

Now, I don't claim I am prince charming or that i made a great impression either, but on the trip back, the pair heard my story and explained to me that my date is what some might call "special" or in clinical terms "batshi* crazy". With this I thanked the sister and boyfriend and taking no chances, had them drop me off a couple blocks away from my place; a little wiser, and a lot wetter.

2 comments:

Damsel Underdressed said...

I dated a guy once that was similar to that. He was like watching paint dry. All he talked about was his job which was the most UNINTERESTING job on the planet. Ugh! Boring!

Anonymous said...

My sympathy. It's tough to bail out when you're halfway into a date and realize the other party is a blockhead. I guess you could've excused yourself to go to the restroom and just kept going, out the dorr and down the road.