by Shyla Martin

Created on: January 24, 2007   Last Updated: April 25, 2007

My worst first date was also a blind date. It started off weird, and it just got worse. Now my friends tell this story to their friends whenever they have bad dates.
My friend Christy wanted to set me up with a guy in her English Literature class. She kept telling me how great he was, and I started to wonder why he wasn't already taken. It didn't take long for me to understand.

He picked me up, and told me he was taking me to A German restaraunt. I love German food, and I knew that he must have asked my friend. I thought things were starting out great...until he asked me my beliefs about religion. I hadn't been in his car for five minutes before I realized that we disagreed on every important aspect of Christianity. At first he wouldn't let it drop, but I held my ground. Finally he said, "Well, lets talk about something else. I don't want this argument to ruin our relationship."
What relationship? I just met him ten minutes ago!
We get to the restaraunt, and it's closed. The sad thing about this was that he had driven me to the next town to this particular German restaraunt because it was his favorite. He didn't want to go back to my town and eat at one of the three German places there. Instead, he took me next door to Ruby Tuesday's.
We go inside and order our food. Afterwards he asks me if I mind if he makes a quick call to his Grandmother. I thought it was sweet, so I told him to go ahead. It took an unbearably long time for the food to come, but he was still on the phone when it arrived. After about ten minutes, I began to eat. Finally, after I was half finished with my meal, he hung up. He began chomping down. I don't know if he was trying to catch up to me or if he just ate that way. Either way it was disgusting. he even managed to finish before me. He wanted dessert, but I told him I couldn't eat another bite.
While we were inside, it had begun to rain. It was a gullywasher! He told me to wait at the door, and he'd go get the car. When I got in, he told me we had to go to his mother's work place. He'd left something in her car. That was why we had to go to the next town. We get to her car, and he's trying to unlock her door. For some reason he has trouble getting the key in. By the time he got back in his car, he was drenched from head to toe. He then proceeds to shake off on me like a wet dog.
I didn't speak to him on the way back. I couldn't. I was too busy concentrating on not laughing. He even had the nerve to tell me what a great time he'd had and would I like to do it again sometime? Which part? The part where you ignored me for the phone, or the part where you gave me a wet dog shower? Needless to say, I did not go out with him again.

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