#MyWorstDate

This is when I was much younger, still a teen. (14- 15) I used to hang out at the skating rink, you know where they had some arcade games, some crappy cardboard pizza, bad kids smoking in the corner. Well, I used to hang out with my friends here EVERY weekend, Friday and Saturday nights. One of my friends brought a friend... I don't know if the guy was a friend or a creepy family member, that wouldn't stop hitting on me. He was not a very nice looking guy. Hairy in all the wrong places. Very tall, rather..... large, in many ways. He didn't smell all that great either. But I was a nice kid, I tried to get along with everyone, what did I know? I was young, didn't know much in the ways of dating and boys and such, so I went along with it. He asked me if I wanted to go to a basketball game, with his church group. (I was never really a religious type or church going but what the hey.) At the time I was a little sporty, I played for my township basketball team so I was like, "Sure okay." BIG mistake. The game was after one of my practices, so I got home and took a shower, washed my face, used some of those Clearasil pad things. Gotta keep those pimples away ya know. Anyway, my mom dropped me off at the location of the church where everyone was waiting for the bus to the game.

Okay, here's where it starts going south.

So we finally get on the bus and of course, I'm sitting with the guy. (Who today I can't even remember his name.) He tells me, "You know, I don't like your name." ....Really dude, it's not like I picked it. "I'm gonna call you Lily." Uhm, no thanks. So I told him, I don't like the name Lily. He got quiet but still insisted on calling me, Lily. I mean I don't really like my name.... Laura, I was in a group of girls named Laura. Someone would call for one of us and like 8 girls would turn to see who it was and which one was wanted. Ugh.

The bus ride was awkward enough. During the game I didn't know who I should be cheering for, it was like a college game or something, I don't remember, it wasn't pro so whatever. I sat there awkwardly silent just staring at the court. I guess he took it as a sign and he leaned over and kissed my cheek. You might think, "Aw that's sweet." No, no it wasn't. Remember my use of acne prevention wipes. He tells me my makeup tasted good. My. Makeup. Tasted. Good! I wasn't wearing any. Ew. He then decided to lick my face to get another taste. I couldn't take any more at that point and moved my seat away from him. I didn't know anyone else from his church group so I was alone and creeped out.

It was an awkward ride back on the bus. I never talked to the guy again after that.

I mean, he hated my name and called me something else, kissed my cheek all nonchalantly, then proceeded to lick my face. It may not be the WORST date story you ever heard, but I was only like fourteen or fifteen years old. Some of you might say that's too young to date, but then you gotta remember it was a church function. I never really went on another date after that. I think that may have actually been my first and last. Even as an adult I don't date. I did go to Denny's really late one night with a guy I worked with that I liked, but nothing ever came of that. Now that I really think about it. Maybe THIS date is what ruined me....... Oh well..... I'm okay with being a crazy cat lady.