I’m doing a quick turn around on the posts today because it is gearing up to be a very interesting day at the Inn. I may need to fudge my definitions on this next topic just because I can only think of one “date” that I’ve actually been on and it was in High School, which is assumed to have been awkward, and I asked him.
4. Write about the worst date you ever had.
I had spent a good month coming up with ways to get this one boys attention and I was being very passive aggressive about it- or as one friend of mine put it, stalker. And no, it was just a crush, though it wasn’t that big of a school so if he’d wanted to charge me with stalking him, I’d have had a case for plausible deniability 😉
I finally got up the nerve to go and speak to him. I got dressed up- YES I said dressed up- and walked into his afternoon art class and sat down right in front of him and said, “Hi.”
To which he replied, “Hi.”
Long story short because it wasn’t very good dialogue to begin with, I asked him to go with me to a movie and he said yes. The “date” itself was actually really nice, we talked, we ate at Taco Bell, but he did open the door for me, and at some point we ended up practicing Marital Arts Kicks in a gazebo.
We were friends after that, albeit friends that didn’t hang out often, but I appreciated it when he would accept the invitation to hang out. I ended up leaving town about 4 or 5 months after that night and we ended up loosing touch. My magical stalker investigative ability led me to find his e-mail address a year or so later and to send him a note.
He was pretty successful at the time- running a martial arts studio, very busy and not so quick to get to a computer to respond to e-mail, but -in a way- I didn’t mind.
The worst part of the story is how it ends. After a particularly bad night in my world I responded to an e-mail that he’d sent venting ALL of the frustration I’d been feeling toward all of the people I had been with that night, but- as will happen when you drink and type- it came out all wrong. He thought that I was talking about him and in that context; it was a pretty venomous e-mail. I tried to explain myself, but I don’t believe that he ever opened that explanation- the last letter was simply signed, Good-bye.