I went on a couple of dates this weekend. I always thought I had nothing to lose by going on a date because even if its a bad date, at least it will make for a good story…
After this weekend, I think I will be a bit more particular. So after doing an analysis of all that made this date, less than fun this is what I learned.
My first mistake: Agreeing to go on a date when my gut feeling was that I would rather stay home with my senior citizen parents and watch old reruns of bonanza than go on a date with him.
His first mistake: Asking me on a date and then informing me that he doesn’t have a car and asking me to come pick him up.
My mistake: IN an effort to keep conversation going, talking about places in the world that I would like to travel.
His mistake: Telling me where he would take me if we went on a honeymoon.
My mistake: Agreeing to go on a date just because I didn’t want to say no to a Jazz game.
His mistake: Asking me every five minutes throughout the entire game if I was ok, if I was cold, if I was hungry, or if I was tired, and then commenting on how he wanted to take care of me. It was awkward, and a little overwhelming.
My mistake: Thinking that maybe if I suggested we get some ice cream he might stop asking me if I was ok. I thought he might just really want to do something for me.
HIs mistake: Letting his ice cream melt all over his hands and drip all over his pants and the floor.
My mistake: Slipping on the ice while we were walking back to the car.
His Mistake: Asking me if he could hold my hand. In my opinion you don’t ask. If you KNOW that she wants you to, just do it. If you don’t just leave it alone. But don’t ask.
My mistake: Getting on facebook after I got home.
His Mistake: Posting what an epic time he had with me and including my name in his status. And then messaging me trying to tie me down for a second date.
My mistake: Trying to let him down easy by telling him that I had a good time but I just didn’t see it going anywhere so I didn’t think we should go out again.
His mistake: Going postal on me and telling me that it was not very christ-like of me to judge him without giving him a chance, that his first mistake was taking me out in the first place, and that he regretted spending a single dollar on me.
At this point I ignored him and he continued to message me telling me that he wondered what his neighbors would think of the way I treated him, and saying that for a Mormon girl I sure play a good game.
At that point I unfriended him and blocked him on facebook. At which point he proceeded to send me text messages with scripture references telling me that you can’t judge the righteous and that you have to hold out and let the lord show you, and telling me that he knows what he did that freaked me out.
I woke up feeling as though I needed therapy. But I did learn that somethings are not even worth dealing with for the sake of a good story.
Fortunately for me, my date the following night was filled with genuine laughter, a good time, and watching a performance by one of my favorite musicians. I left feeling as though my faith in the dating world was somewhat renewed.