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FlexGunship
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Okay, I really need to vent... this is killing me.
The Premise:
The Backdrop:
The Friend:
The Plan:
The Ex's Ex:
The Explosion:
The Departure:
The Second First Date:
The Punchline:
The Final Score:
The Premise:
So, I'm at the age where I don't get to meet many women. The ones you meet are bars are not always top notch, and I don't really bump into any at work. I'm going to share my most recent romantic encounter in hopes that someone will say: "Wow, that's terrible. I can't believe that." Because, frankly, I cannot believe what happened!
So, I met a local girl through a dating website. We got along really well through phone calls and the occasional text message. I would say that we were getting along greatly, in fact.
So, I met a local girl through a dating website. We got along really well through phone calls and the occasional text message. I would say that we were getting along greatly, in fact.
The Backdrop:
We decide to meet for our first date at a local sports bar. I told her I could grab a drink at the bar, and meet her at the door when she arrived if she would just give me a quick call. She texts me: "You're there? My best best best friend is there on a bad first date."
I look around, and sure enough, there's a girl with an overweight balding guy looking like she is having a terrible time. I text back: "Found her. Body language is obvious. Horrible date." My date (let's call her Mary) texts her friend (let's call her Harriet) to say I'm at the bar. Suddenly I hear laughing and she waves. I wave back and smile. Then I get a text that says: "Harriet thinks you're really cute."
So, I figure I'm sitting pretty. My date arrives and we go sit at a table. We joke around and things are going awesomely; no awkwardness and both having a good time. I say: "I'm really sorry your friend is having such a bad night. I wish there were something I could do." And Mary says "Well, maybe we could invite them over. Maybe a double-date won't be so bad." She sneaks a kiss, and I'm forced to agree. Hey! I'm a nice guy, what can I say?!
I look around, and sure enough, there's a girl with an overweight balding guy looking like she is having a terrible time. I text back: "Found her. Body language is obvious. Horrible date." My date (let's call her Mary) texts her friend (let's call her Harriet) to say I'm at the bar. Suddenly I hear laughing and she waves. I wave back and smile. Then I get a text that says: "Harriet thinks you're really cute."
So, I figure I'm sitting pretty. My date arrives and we go sit at a table. We joke around and things are going awesomely; no awkwardness and both having a good time. I say: "I'm really sorry your friend is having such a bad night. I wish there were something I could do." And Mary says "Well, maybe we could invite them over. Maybe a double-date won't be so bad." She sneaks a kiss, and I'm forced to agree. Hey! I'm a nice guy, what can I say?!
The Friend:
She invites them over, and I try to keep the table entertained. We're joking and having a good time. Harriet's date hits the restroom, and the gossip flies. Harriet tells me how jealous she is of Mary and how she wants the date to end right away.
The Plan:
So I suggest the following: let's end our meals, the girls leave together, and us guys to go our cars. I wait for about 2 or 3 minutes, and we can meet up somewhere. The plan is good, we agree to do it, and will meet at a different bar 5 minutes after the other guy leaves. Every goes fine. We leave, and I meet them 5 minutes later. I say: "Harriet, I'm really sorry about your bad date... how about I buy us all drinks?"
We are in agreement, and Harriet INSISTS we go to a SPECIFIC bar (one that I didn't know anything about). I agree. We head over and sit at the bar and I order us some drinks (it was amateur comedian night, so there was a two drink minimum; I end up paying for 6 drinks). Again, we're laughing having a good time. I felt like I was on top of the world!
We are in agreement, and Harriet INSISTS we go to a SPECIFIC bar (one that I didn't know anything about). I agree. We head over and sit at the bar and I order us some drinks (it was amateur comedian night, so there was a two drink minimum; I end up paying for 6 drinks). Again, we're laughing having a good time. I felt like I was on top of the world!
The Ex's Ex:
Then Harriet freaks out. She says: "Oh my God, that's my ex-husband's ex-girlfriend behind the bar." I cannot possibly fathom why this matters AT ALL. I have no idea why we care about that information so I chuckle and say "Small world, I guess." Mary smiles, and she and I go back to casual date-style flirting. Harriet, however, is hard on edge. Her demeanor changes. Even though she is still trying to joke around and have a good time she keeps looking around for this other girl.
The Explosion:
A half hour or so goes by, and Mary leans in for a kiss. We kiss (just a peck, I swear) and Harriet loses her cool. She yells "Um, can you not...!" I thought she was joking around, but she wasn't! I asked her "What's the problem?" And she starts rambling about things like: "Now my ex is going to know I'm with a guy who's kissing my best friend. How am I going to explain this. She's going to think I'm such a loser." I calmly tell her to quiet down since there's a performance going on in the room.
I turn to my date and ask her "Do you know what this is about?" And she says that she doesn't. Mary doesn't really know why Harriet is flipping out.
I turn to my date and ask her "Do you know what this is about?" And she says that she doesn't. Mary doesn't really know why Harriet is flipping out.
The Departure:
So I pay for our drinks and we leave abruptly. We get outside, and Harriet starts yelling at Mary and me again blathering about what he ex-husband will think, or what his ex-girlfriend will think. I very calmly interrupt her and say with a little anger: "Harriet, I really appreciate you making our date all about your social problems." She decides she's going to leave and I offer to walk her to her car (sine it's late and we're in an urban area). But she wants nothing to do with me and storms off.
The Second First Date:
Mary says she needs another drink, so we hit another bar for a beer. Everything goes back to normal and we're having a great time. She tells me how much she's looking forward to seeing me again and (for the first time in my experience) we set up a second date while we're still on our first date! Yay! I walk her to her car, we share a romantic moment, and she drives off.
The Punchline:
Two days later, she says she's not sure if we can date because Harriet hates me and Harriet is her best friend.
The Final Score:
- I save her friend from a bad date
- Invite her friend to hang out with us so she won't be lonely
- I let the friend pick her favorite bar
- I buy the friend some drinks
- The friend basically spits in my face
- Still have a great time with my date!
- Friend says we're not allowed to date