Just Another Bad Date..
Okay, so I'm on a dating kick this week. Sue me. Unfortunately for me, the last date I went on was 8 months ago so my stories are a bit dated. So sorry.
I know everyone must have at least ONE really bad date story where you've been screwed over by the other party. (If you don't...make one up so I don't feel so bad.) Mine happened many years ago...I think I was actually about 19 or 20 at the time. This moron, (Brandon) picks me up and we go to Applebees for dinner. I didn't know him really well, but I did know him and a few of his friends socially so when he mentioned that one of them was going to meet us at the restaurant briefly, I was fine with that. We had just sat down and hadn't even ordered drinks yet when he looked down and said he was getting a page from his mom. (Yes, this was when beepers were still the thing and everyone didn't own a cell phone.) He returned after 'calling' from the payphone and said that his grandmother had just been rushed to the ER and he had to go. He drove me home and on the way I questioned whether he needed to call his friend and let him know not to meet him at the restaurant...he offhandedly says, "No, I'm not going to worry about it."
Of course I totally didn't believe him. So I waited a few minutes after he dropped me off and I met up with a couple of my friends that had just gotten off work from another restaurant nearby. ( Okay...let me just preface this by saying, please don't give me too much shit...this all happened when I was young and it in no way reflects my thoughts or actions as an adult. ) Alright, with that out of the way...my friends convinced me that we should drive by the restaurant to see if he went back there. So I agreed, strictly out of curiosity and sure enough...when we pulled up we saw his jeep...then we saw him sitting there with his buddy. It hadn't been more than 20 minutes since he dropped me off.
One of my friends was known to be a bit further down on the 'psycho girl spectrum' so she took it upon herself to write him a quick note saying, "Glad to see your Grandmother is feeling better." She ran over and put it on his windshield but then we had to haul ass because he saw her and took off out of the restaurant after her. I on the other hand was sitting on the floorboard of the passenger seat...completely embarrassed. Believe it or not, still tried calling me several times after that...still insisting that his Grandmother had indeed been ill. Whatever.