Worst Date EVER

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.

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.