Because it’s a new year and I am on a pursuit for not just happiness but THE happiest year of my life I figure I have to start taking a few more risks. I’m not talking about jumping out of a plane or rappelling down the side of a building. I’m talking about putting myself in potentially awkward situations. I am going on a blind date tomorrow night with a friend of a friend of a friend (did you follow that?). I have seen a slightly blurry picture of him and heard good reviews but we have never met nor does he have the faintest idea what I look like. Talk about taking risks! I am excited about this prospect and yet weary all the same. I have done the online dating-thing and while some dates have been ok, there have been a few train wrecks along the way. This is the part where I introduce you to one of my top three worst dates . . . ever.
We had met through an online dating site. He was cute, tall, had a great job, and he seemed kind of funny over email and texts. He was even willing to meet me at a bar in my neighborhood. What a gentleman! We met for drinks on a Sunday night and hit it off right away. He was definitely better looking in person but in a sort of geeky-and-I-don’t-know-I’m-cute kind of way. We talked about our jobs, college football, crazy vacations, crazy coworkers, and the list went on and on. Halfway through the date we were already bumping knees and leaning in to hear each word that exited from our mouths. He kissed me at the bar, which I wasn’t unhappy with but at some point he lingered too long and it got a little awkward. I mean, we were in a public place, not the front seat of a car. When it was time to part ways I told him I was just a 10-min walk from home but he insisted on driving me to my door. At the time I thought he was still being a gentleman. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. When we got to my house he asked if he could use my bathroom since he had a long drive home. I didn’t want to be rude so I said ok and let him in but in hind sight, why didn’t he just use the restroom at the bar?? He came downstairs after using the bathroom and immediately sat next to me on the couch and started kissing me. Mid-kiss he stood up and said, “Do you mind if I make myself more comfortable?” He was holding his jacket open so I just thought he meant he wanted to take off his coat, which he did . . .and his pants. Yep. That’s right. He straight up took off his pants.
When I look back at this date I sigh because I see several points in the night where this could have been prevented. I should have had my guard up after that too-long kiss at the bar. I should have never let him drive me home. I should have never ever let him into my house. Needless to say, I told him to put his pants on and leave. Why do I bring this date up? Besides the fact that it is the best worst date story ever, or so I am told by my friends, I am reminded that dating is always a risk. Not just because you might end up with a dud but because you could end up with a creep. I do not think anything close to this will happen tomorrow. In fact, the friend of the friend already told him this story. He has promised to keep his pants on and in return I have promised not to suck. It should be fun.