Worst First Date

I have not had much luck in the dating game lately. I have tried the dating apps. Those are the worst. I get all the luck there by luck I mean guys that text once and when you tell them your not interested they continue to send pictures and texts telling you why he would be perfect for you. I tend to be a bit particular in who I go out with. Only because I have been with the lowest of the low. From alcoholics, to drug addicts, and even one that tried to kill me. But I wouldn't change it for the world.

I decided to let my friends set me up on a first date. I am not sure if I am going to regret this or not. Trust us they said . Well usually when someone says trust me, you should run the other way as fast as you can. But I guess I am a glutton for punishment. Or maybe I am just the curious type. I have not figured that one out yet. However I keep telling myself how bad could it end up being. Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself. Well as I soon found out that was much easier said than done.

Now don't get me wrong I love a challenge. I think this is why I agreed to this blind date in the first place. And I know that it takes all kinds of people to make the world go round. I firmly believe that normalcy does not exist because everyone's idea of normal varies. Well I myself tend to border on the strange and unusual side of life. But when my would be date texts me to meet him at the bar around the corner, I thought well no big deal I go here all the time. As a matter of fact the bartenders know me in there. But even knowing this I wanted to be cautious so I dressed as I normally would to go to the bar. Jeans and a nice top with a pair of my many black boots. When I text my date back and asked how I would know who he was when I arrived, he said he would be sitting at the bar wearing a black shirt and a Miami Heat hat. ( well that is one strike I am no Heat fan sorry I love the Celtics ) but at any rate we are in South Florida so it is to be expected. When I walked in the bar I casually looked around for who could be my blind date. And sitting at the bar was this guy wearing what was told to me to look for, and he was built like a football line backer. But what I found amusing about all of this was that he wasn't drinking a beer, or a shot, nor a mixed drink like one would expect. This big guy was sipping on a glass of Merlot. Now I am not now have I ever been a wine drinker. I just don't care for the taste.

As strange as this seemed to me I approached and said hello. He said hello I am Brad in a very deep voice. Which made the glass of wine seem even more funny to me. But like I said it takes all types. But Brad was by far like anyone I was expecting tonight. First he spills his Merlot all over my lap. And if that wasn't enough I got to listen to him tell me how it was a shame that a great glass of wine went to such a waste. Then he droned on and on all through the date about insects. Well I love me some snakes and frogs but that does not mean that I want to spend my first date talking about bugs. But Brad seemed to have missed the cues I was sending out.

I think that I drank about six shots of whiskey in an hour, not sure if I was trying to escape the conversation alone or Brad in general. I don't remember the last time I drank this much this fast. And as if that was not enough Brad wanted to know when would be a good day for our second date. Well Brad how about the second Tuesday of next week. Or maybe the twelfth of never. I had to bluntly explain to Brad that I didn't think that a second date was a good idea. Well that was a project because Brad thought that he was the cat's meow and I was throwing away my change at true happiness. Well in that case I guess that I am just destined to be miserable. Brad left the bar ranting and carrying on about how In just made a huge mistake.

I proceeded to have another drink, while I texted my so called great friends that they would never be allowed a say in my dating life again. Brad turned out to be the worst first date ever . I call him the bug man, he no longer rates to be called by his name. Since then I learned a bit about the dating scene and I have come to the conclusion that there will probably be many bad dates in life. Because that is just how my life was meant to be.