I went on a bad date. No, cross that out, it was a reeeaaaallly boring date, which translates to, BAD DATE. The funniest part? Was that I actually felt bad for him at the end of it, because I automatically assumed that me nodding off during dinner would translate into him having a bad date. Nope, ladies, I found THAT man. You know who I’m talking about, the guy that is SO self involved that really if you left and had the waitress replace you with an inflatable doll or, oh, I don’t know… a ROCK, he wouldn’t notice. I sat for 2 hours listening to this guy ramble on about the most mundane things which turns out, were entirely about him, for the entire dinner. Which by the way, was at a PUB. WHO takes a girl out on a first date to a PUB???!!! COME ON!
Now, I was raised to be a polite girl, but after hour one, I couldn’t help it, my mind wandered… I started listening in and paying more attention to other people’s conversations (WAY more interesting by the way) in an attempt to not fall asleep! This tactic unfortunately failed, because at one point I did the head nod and snap back. You know, the kind of thing that happens during an early morning physics class, or during a boring poetry reading, or perhaps while watching paint dry… no wait, those would be more engaging than this date. Thankfully, by the time I started looking for something sharp to drag across my wrist to end it all… the bill showed up. The waitress even knew how badly it went… she gave the bill to me.
