by Diekan » Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:21 pm
So, I just got back from what was possibly the absolute worst date I have ever been on.
About three weeks ago (or so) I was downtown with a friend and happened to run into a group of women. One of which happened to be someone I had a crush of sorts from about six years (actually ever male on the campus wanted her)... anyway she was with someone else at the time, so I didn't bother to so much as even make light coversation. The friend I was with happened to know one of the women - they dated for some time - and they chatted it up.
Well, a few days ago my buddy tells me that so and so really wants me to call her and set something up (date wise). Of course I'm shocked because she seemed fairly into the guy she was with that night. I get her number and call - after about a 30 minute coversation I ask her to dinner, her choice. I completely MISSED the first clue of what would come to be a horrible night. She chose one the most expensive places in the S.A.V (that Savannah for you non-southern mofos).
So we meet and of course the place has an hour wait - we end up at the bar and talk over a glass of wine. That's when it officially began - the onslought of pretentiousness and shallowness. She asked about some of my preveious relationships (which I thought a bit strange, usually most women don't want to hear about past lovers, etc). I told her about one women I dated who waited tables. At hearing this, her eyes grew wide and she started to laugh. Her words were and I quote literally, "Why in the world would someone like you date someone like a waitress?" I should have gotten up and walked about at that point. But being the stupid male I am - and the fact that this particular chick is quite hot (long dark curly hair, fake chest, dark completion, nice everything) I was still clammering to the hope that I'd have her back to my place before night's end.
But, it didn't stop there. I listened for the next two hours about how gorgeous she was and how she's dated some of richest and most influencial men in the city... how she's extremely difficult to please and how her expectations are very high.
Then she started to "count strikes." Yes, my NT addicts... "strikes." I ordered red wine with my fish and not white (that apparently was strike 1). I didn't fold my napkin a certain way before putting it on my lap - that was strike two. So on...
At that point I realized this chick had issues - major issues. But, hey I hadn't eaten all day and be damned or high water I am going to eat my fish and enjoy it. Then toward the end, she started in on me. After telling my story of having come up from poverty to where I am now. She started to attack my history and how "people like me" just get lucky now and then. Now I'm steaming. But, rather than make a scene I waited to diekanize her ass until we were in the parking lot. Then on the way out of the place - I cooled down and was looking for nothing more than to get into my car and head home. Until.... until she commented on the bill. "I only cost you 60 dollars? Uh... I usually cost at least 200 on a first date!"
That was that last straw.
I informed her that she wasn't much different from a cheap hooker - using her looks to get free dinners and gifts. In fact if she was so inclined I'd be willing to pay for services to be rendered at my place. Why not just save us both the time? I asked her why such a fine catch as herself, with her royal blue blood upbringing was struggling to get by working as a book keeper for a small time, fly by night construction company?
A few other choice comments were made on my part - which prompted her to slam her car door shut and speed off.
And I was so hoping for a second date!
Regardless of how attractive she is - I can honestly say there's no way in hell I could have gotten it up for her - if she had come back to my place.
So, on my way home I come to a stop light, next to a bus stop and see a guy standing there. Dressed in clad clothing, heading to no where. And, it dawned on me. Have "I" become this pretentous dick? I have become that which I've always hated and detested with a venom? The answer was, yes. I know this because with the "old me" - such a shallow gold digger wouldn't have lasted two seconds in my company - much less an entire dinner. I know this because the "old me" would have cut her off and slammed the door in her face - but tonight I actually caught myself trying to play up to the part.
Turns out - maybe this wasn't such a bad date after all. Perhaps it takes people like that to open our eyes and force to remember who we really are and to save us from crossing "that line" for good.
Oh well - perhaps I should call and thank her for reminding me....