ack to the drawing board I went. This time lesson learned at least ask and not assume this time.
So let’s review this one. Divorced. Job shows: has one. Yeah Ok, I mean she is on a dating site. Would make since to not say what as to avoid creepy stalker types showing up with a boom box and wearing a trenchcoat. Also has kids being a father that’s a bonus to me. Not a make or break. And she enjoys the same music I do. Awesome.
So I spark up a conversation and it seems to go well. I check double check and even triple check that she is not married, involved, living with an ex nor have a conjoined twin. Over a few days we chat about music, movies, books, and kids. Friday is coming round and I see if she might entertain dinner.
This time we choose Olive Garden. Nice place bit overrated bit hey commercial is good for a first date. Arriving a few minutes early. Get names on the books and she arrives. Cute. Younger by a few years. Nice smile and light voice.
We are seated and we order drinks. Now as i mention last time I tend to avoid ordering anything with alcohol but she was quick to order a chocolate martini so I settled for a White Russian. Sipping on it we chatted and placed out orders which included another chocolate martini. Chewed on bread sticks and avoided putting forks in them and pretending to dance with them. Conversation was going well. Good laughs about the exes in our lives and funny things that the kids do.
So then the food came. And another chocolate martini. Now. Ok I kind of started to notice a couple warning bells going off. By this time I just finished my first drink and decided to opt for a iced tea. Not long island but just a normal one. Of course I’m not judging perhaps it was a long day. Maybe nervous and it helps calm the nerves no biggie. Who knows but gave the benefit of the doubt.
We both ate and chatted and she asked about dating horror stories and I had to bring up the last one which I already covered and she spoke about one on which the date was rude to her and everyone that worked at the bar the went to. Talking down to them as he was a big (omitted) in the area and they respect him. Course I have my own thoughts. So the end of dinner roles around. By this time she’s had 6 chocolate martinis and is wanting to know if I wanted to run downtown to chat more and walk.
So my thoughts kick in. Ok she’s able to walk straight. Eyes are a bit glassed over and she is getting rather touchy feely. Being a gentleman (not sarcasm) I agree and I will drive. To be honest the main reason is to avoid having her drive home after drinking this much.
She agrees and we hop in the car and head downtown. The conversation is a bit louder and its obvious that the liquor is getting into her system but its light hearted and we reach downtown. Its not that bad of a night and cooler which is nice. She asks about my moving out here and I share stories about my move and the trip, she talks about the different places she has travelled to as well. So we sit for a bit and she brings up going to Martini’s on the Water (of course didn’t see that one coming) as she stands and starts to walk over.
So now…here’s me. First date. Drove her downtown to walk and chat. I nervously laugh and make small talk about how nice a night out it is. Maybe head over there in a bit. She puts on a pout act and says “Come on they have music!” Annnnnnnd I give in.
I love this place. Old train station converted into a martini bar. All old school and original. Its a great place to go and have never had an issue there. But warning bells off I can at least make sure I won’t be buying her drinks as much as it kind of bothers me. But nope instead she buys herself the rounds and I stick with my iced tea but I admit I did have one peanut butter and jelly martini.
She at this point is chatting with anyone and everyone and its getting to be about midnight. Now I was not that tired but I had to cover a shift on Saturday and let her know that I need to get her back to her car or I would be happy to give her a lift home.
“No its Ok. I don’t have a car. Took a cab.” Hmmm. Ok that works. “I got a DUI last year so lost my licence.” Speechless. So I walk outside with her and ask if I need to call a cab or if she needs a ride.
Now simple question but she just looked me and then started crying. To which I had no idea how to react. So we walked over towards my car and I asked her what was wrong. She had lost her job due to the DUI, she had not had a night out in forever and I was just being so nice, and she hated to ask but Cilco was being turned off unless she could come up with the $75 to cover the bill.
So excusing myself I looked up a cab company and called. The five minute wait dragged on. What could I do? What should I do. Well obviously this probably is not the first time this has happened nor did I want to start something like this. I explained once the cab arrived that I would cover her ride home and it had been a nice evening.
Thinking this would be a good way of ending the night. Instead she slid up next to me and in a slurred sultry voice said she would make the financial help with my while….
Really? No self respect. That what this date was? I smiled and said no it wouldn’t be a good idea and the playful smile and deep eyes turned into anger and screaming.
Honestly I won’t repeat what was said but a couple started to look over and I quickly hurried to my car and sped home.
So…Ok that’s two rather interesting dates in the span of three weeks. Not endless to say I poured over my profile looking for something hat I might have in there saying, “Weirdos Apply Here!”
It took a couple weeks of texts both angry and pleading before she gave up. During this time I just gave up on the site I was on and decided to give it a rest. Certainly with time the crazies will become bored and I can look elsewhere and try again.
Third time has to be the charm right?
Too be continued…
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