A Bad Date Classic

dating in your 30's

Blog #13

Seeing as I can’t date with this nasty cold / flu thing going on (and have had to postpone my next date twice already) I’ve been thinking of something to post up, so it’ll be about a date that I had about 4 years ago, and oh yeah, it was BAD.

Lets just simply call her crazy lady.

I was on POF back then for a short period with a thrown together profile and was messaged by a girl that was about 3 years older than me.  We sent some messages back and forth and even chatted on the phone once or twice.  She looked fine in her pictures, brunette, curly hair and stood around 5′ 6″ and was “ok” on the phone.

We made arrangements to meet at a coffee shop in the city at 7:30 one summer evening a few days in advance and left it at that.

I made it to the coffee shop at 7:15 and proceeded to stand around waiting for her.  7:30 came and there was no sign of her, 7:45, 7:50 so I sent her a text “At the coffee shop, are you coming?”

I was hit back with a flurry of messages “OMG you’re there, but we never confirmed, did we?” – yeah, we did, on the phone.

She was still at work and said she’d be over as soon as possible.

I waited around until close to 8:30 when she speed walked her way up, half huffing and puffing and we said our hellos.  Our date was set to be one where we’d walk around the city and do whatever we felt like, as long as it didn’t involve sitting across from each other at a table somewhere, to stare at each other “like idiots”.


My initial impression of her was that her 2-3 photos on POF were from when she was in her mid 20’s, but she was 32 in person and there were some differences.

Regardless, we began walking and only made it a few blocks before she told me she was starving and had to eat somewhere, so we dove into a restaurant and ordered some food.  Our plates came but the waitress had forgot to bring us our cutlery – right away she had her hand up, waving around “Ma’am! Ma’am!! (waitress was younger than she was) you forgot our cutlery, how are we supposed to eat without cutlery!”

That was the first warning shot.

Then I notice that what I’ve ordered isn’t what I thought it would be.  I ordered a salad with what I thought was chicken on top of it, but it came with some big slimy mushrooms and sauce all over it.  I ate a little of it that wasn’t covered in the sauce  and she took notice.

Do you not like it? – “Its ok, I already ate, don’t worry about it” I said.

Hand up again, Ma’am!, Ma’am!! He doesn’t like it!!  He doesn’t like it!

They took it back to the kitchen to “remove” the stuff I didn’t like and then brought it back, without cutlery.

Crazy lady now gets up and marches straight to the back, into the waitress area, and while staring at the waitress grabs some cutlery and heads back to the table.

I am in shock. – And so is everyone else in the place, including the bartender situated at the bar to the left behind me.

I refuse to even touch the food now, which has likely been spit on by every employee in the place, but pay for both anyway as I believe we’ve caused enough trouble already.  Now she’s answering phone calls, being loud and making plans with her friend on the phone “after her date”.  I am casually looking around for the front door – knowing that I have to bail soon – before she hangs up her phone and says that since I paid for the food, please allow her to buy us each a pint of beer.


The waitress takes our drink order over to the bartender and he fills up 2 glasses, and brings them over.  He hands one to her, then, with eye contact on me places mine in front of me and says loudly “Get that into you”.

Crazy lady FLIPS “What the hell is that supposed to mean!!” as the bartender walks away laughing his ass off, as well as me.

We drank those and left the restaurant then headed back toward the area where we’d come from – where the subway was – so I could leave.

As we approached the subway stairs and I was about to say my farewells she says “Hey, lets go into THAT bar right there, on me”


We sat right at the bar and she ordered a pitcher of beer and I believe we had two of those.  I was now drunk.

She turns to me, right at the bar and says “I have to kiss you to see how attracted to you I am”

Huh? Right here?


F*ck it – full on make-out session right there at the (busy) bar.

From there I really don’t remember much, except making out with her on the subway platform waiting for the train to come, then her pouting eyes through the doors as I got on.  From the call at the restaurant she had “made plans” to meet her friend after me, but about 30 seconds after the train pulled away I realized that was BS and I’d just thrown away a one night stand with the craziest chick I’d ever been on a date with (so far).

Oh well.

And no, we never spoke again.







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