One fateful night in college, I was asked on a dinner date. Normal enough, right?
I drove myself (you never know who is gonna be a serial killer) and met the guy at the restaurant. When I tell the hostess I was there to meet a guy, she was confused and said she didn’t have anyone by themselves. He had told me he was there, so I called and assumed I was getting stood up.
He answers and says he will come get me, and that “we’re back here!”…..*we???*
Turns out he has failed to mention this was a retirement party for one of his military friends. So it was not in fact a dinner date, but rather a weird group date with a bunch of his close friends….made worse by the fact that I ended up talking to one of his friends more than him.
My story would definitely be my first Valentine’s Day that I had a real date. I was meeting him for dinner in uptown. He really wanted to get me flowers, but was running late, so he was literally running to meet me. He went to cut through a parking lot to save time, but didn’t see the chain across the entrance. He clotheslined on the chain and split his head open on the sidewalk. So we spent our Valentines in the ER snacking on the pastries he brought for me.
One fateful night in college, I was asked on a dinner date. Normal enough, right?
I drove myself (you never know who is gonna be a serial killer) and met the guy at the restaurant. When I tell the hostess I was there to meet a guy, she was confused and said she didn’t have anyone by themselves. He had told me he was there, so I called and assumed I was getting stood up.
He answers and says he will come get me, and that “we’re back here!”…..*we???*
Turns out he has failed to mention this was a retirement party for one of his military friends. So it was not in fact a dinner date, but rather a weird group date with a bunch of his close friends….made worse by the fact that I ended up talking to one of his friends more than him.
I had my sister call me an hour in to bail me out
:)
My story would definitely be my first Valentine’s Day that I had a real date. I was meeting him for dinner in uptown. He really wanted to get me flowers, but was running late, so he was literally running to meet me. He went to cut through a parking lot to save time, but didn’t see the chain across the entrance. He clotheslined on the chain and split his head open on the sidewalk. So we spent our Valentines in the ER snacking on the pastries he brought for me.