Worst Date EVER
The Set Up
Let's see. The year was 2000 and I was newly divorced. It just so happened my best friend also was newly divorced. Nikki was dating a businessman and was enjoying the perks of his employer: spa, massages, pampering like you read about or watch on television and in the movies. I was working full time, arguing with my ex-husband, and trying to be a somewhat capable parent to three children under 10. Nikki had one child and an obnoxious ex-husband.
I was not dating anyone at the time and Nikki and I enjoyed going dancing when the ex's had the kiddies. But Nikki wanted to go dancing with her new man as well. Mr. Wonderful had a friend, a CPA no less, with whom Nikki felt would be perfect for me. Oh, I am a bookkeeper. I was not too excited about this. Most accountants are boring and stuffy. Mr. Wonderful was a nice guy and the thought that his friend would measure up was not high on my hopes list.
Reluctantly I agreed to the blind date. I had never been on one and thought if nothing else it would make for a good story. They always do.
All About Dating
Did I say this might make for a good story? Boy, did I ever hit the target on that! Not only did this date royally suck, but my "blind date" brought a date! Yes, you read that correctly. My date brought a back up date just in case.
Let me take a step back. Nikki made me promise not to mention my three kids. My "date" did not know about them. This might scare him off, just a bit. At the time I was super thin. Not a model by any means, but I wore a size 0 and looked good when I wanted.
Nikki and I learned early on that dancing and drinking was bad. So, we always drank water when we went out. This was not an issue with me. I still do not drink much if ever. I am not against it. I just don't prefer it. And there we are. All of us sitting at the table and everyone is drinking, except me. I ordered water. I was friendly and did not mention my kids. I finally decided I would rather dance. Off to the dance floor I went, by myself.
Nikki and Mr. Wonderful followed and suggested I get my "date" out there. I returned to the table and convinced him to dance with me. Not that he could dance. And I didn't care what anyone thought of my dancing. I was having a good time, regardless of my "date". He asked me about the music. I said it was okay, but I listened to country. At the time I did. He looked at me funny. Well, knowing I had nothing to lose, I said, "my kids like this kind of music". He was confused. Then asked me how many. I smiled as I held up three fingers. I don't think I ever saw anyone leave for the restroom as fast as he did at that moment.
Nikki and Mr. Wonderful apologized and we had a good laugh about it. And, yes, I watched him as he snuck back to the table after his trip to the restroom. Lesson learned: there really is no such thing as a good blind date.