Monday, May 07, 2012

Breaking (Up) Bad 6

Having just graduated from college I moved to a beach town on the other side of the state to avoid moving home and living with my parents. One day I was laying out on the beach when a strong wind came up and blew my beach umbrella away. A cute, dark-skinned guy a little older than me caught it and brought it back. I was so touched by the chivalry I agreed to give him my telephone number.

A week later he was late picking me up for our first date which I ignored because I was busy sipping on beers for liquid courage.

We had a good time and laughed at each other's stories and agreed to go out the following Saturday night.

He was late again picking me up.

As a punctual person, this was a pattern I wasn't too pleased to see.

Instead of going to dinner he took me on a detour to a friend's party. Since I know no stranger, I was happy to talk to new people. I kept looking around and couldn't find my date. After about a hour several people at the party decided to go to a bar so we could dance. It was then that my date suggested I ride with his buddy who "didn't quite know the way." I discovered in the car that his buddy was a native of the area.

At the bar which was called Have a Nice Day Cafe, the group all met up, got drinks and started dancing.

I kept seeing my date and then he'd disappear for awhile.

At one point I asked one of the girls that had been at the party how she knew my date. She said, "He sold me my most recent car and we've been dating for about three months."


My date not only was dating someone else he brought us both to the bar.

I hunted him down and proceeded to yell at him louder than the house music. Then I went back to his girlfriend and told her that this was our second date. The look on her face was priceless. Since I didn't have my car I asked his buddy to drive me home. I was fuming the whole way home.

Years later at my company Christmas party I saw him. He was married to one of my coworkers. They later got divorced because he was cheating on her and I had to tell her that her ex-husband is my Worst Date Story Ever.

She wasn't even surprised.

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  1. OMG.

    People will continue to shock the s.h.i.t. out of me till the day I die.

    The CAD.

  2. I can't help it. I love these stories. I'm not the only person who has been shat upon.

    Janie Lola