Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Blind Date from Hell (Redux)

Yesterday I was reading The West Virginia Surf Report and Jeff told the story about his worst date ever and asked his readers to tell their tales. I posted this two years ago, but since I had about three readers back then, I decided to repost because it's a great "bad date" story.

Back in 1997, I was living in San Francisco and had gone to one of the local radio station's Birthday parties that they throw for themselves. Flock of Seagulls, The Fixx, They Might Be Giants, Poe and The Cardigans all played at this concert and it was rockin'. The Fixx looked the same, if a tad older. They Might Be Giants looked EXACTLY the same – you'd never have guessed that 15 years had passed while Flock of Seagulls had aged badly and looked particularly jowly. Oh yeah, the music was GREAT! ;-)

I saw this really cute guy and as Julius had disappeared to hit on chicks, I started talking to him and his friend. Cute guy's name was Dustin (can't remember friend's name) and at some point we all exchanged phone #s. I ended up inviting Dustin to go to the Sharks/Red Wings game with me. He had never been to a hockey game but was willing to check it out. As is always the case with me, he wasn't actually interested in me at all, but the nameless friend thought I was way cool and was intent on finding a friend of his to date me. Nameless was married with children, BTW, and I was NOT interested in him anyway.

I get a call from Nameless one day because he had found a friend with whom to fix me up and I hate to be judgmental w/o meeting people, so I agree to this blind date. BIG MISTAKE. Blind date's name is Carmelo. Julius being the adult that he is had to make fun of his name and asked if I was dating a candy bar. *sigh* Good thing I love the big lug (Julius, not Carmelo). By this time, I had moved out of Julius' apt. and gotten my own in the same building (Thank God for this, as you'll see later.) We had one of those closed circuit television cameras so that you can see the front door on your cable TV. Day of the big date arrives (I think I had talked to Carmelo prior to this to set it up, but I don't remember. It was nine years ago, you know.) and it was a Thursday, if I remember correctly and there was something on TV that I had to tape (can't remember for the life of me what it was now, but it was VERY important at the time), so when he rang me I checked the closed circuit and told him that I would be down in a minute. I quickly set the VCR, grabbed my black leather motorcycle jacket and went downstairs. When I got outside there was nobody right outside the door, so I looked around and saw a Philippino guy standing in front of a truck in the bldg.'s driveway. I ask him if he's Carmelo and he says No. I'm puzzled as there is nobody else around. I look down the block and still see nobody, but start heading for the corner, thinking he went to the coffee shop. As I'm walking away, I hear, "Just kidding. I'm Carmelo." I gave him The Look and said, "Not funny." Then he proceeded to tell me what a funny guy he is. Oh yeah, that's funny. At this point, the date's 30 seconds old and I'm already annoyed. Oh, and he asked me if I was surprised to find out he was Philippino and did I care. Um no, I do have a brain and it's not like Carmelo is a real popular name among the Anglo-Saxon crowd. Just because you're an idiot doesn't mean I'm one. (Yeah, I had a good attitude about this date, didn't I?)

We start walking up the street while I tell him the different restaurant choices we have. We decide on this restaurant on Fillmore at Jackson, called, funnily enough, The Jackson Fillmore, and as we are walking he makes conversation by touching the Senna sticker I had on my jacket that was coming off. Now, this sticker was located right at butt-level, so this guy, within five minutes of meeting me, is touching my ass. I told him who Senna is and told him that the "sticker is fine, it's not going to come off," i.e., Yo, jackass, quit touching my ass. I didn't exactly say that as I was trying to be refined, but he kept touching it, pretending he's trying to make it stick. I finally told him to stop it.

We get to the restaurant and get seated right in front of the plate glass window. He asked if I wanted a glass of wine and I said "No thanks." He got a glass of red wine which was apparently to die for. He kept offering me a sip and I kept saying "No, thank you. I don't like red wine." This happened at least three times. Finally he said, "I'm not trying to get you drunk." Yeah, right. Whatever.

I don't remember the conversation we were having, but I can't believe I was discussing anything that would induce him to say the following: "So, do you like strangulation?" I gaped at him, thinking to myself "What an idiot, strangulation leads to death. Who would answer yes to this question?" And I gasp, "No" with the most incredulous look ever on my face. Everybody tells me that I should have left right there and then, but I didn't want to be rude.

During dinner one of my friends from work walked by and saw me sitting in the front window and made faces at me as he walked past. I had to giggle as I was having such a horrible time at this point.

After dinner we walked back down Fillmore to my bldg. I wanted him to leave but was just not assertive enough to say, "Well, it's been nice…" before he said, "Want to get a drink somewhere?" Shit. I really had to pee at this point but didn't want to let him into my apt., and didn't really want to pee in a bar when home was so close. So, we went up to Julius' (see, I told you he was going to come in handy), and I peed while Julius entertained. Then we went up to the corner bar which is now John Lee Hooker's Boom Boom Room, but wasn't then, but for the life of me I can't remember the name as this was the only time I ever went in there. I had a Guinness and wondered how quickly I could get out of this and go home. For the record, the Guinness was the highlight of the night. We had the one beer and we walked to his car (which was on the way to my apt.) and I left him there.

The next day at work everybody asked me how it went, and when I told them about the strangulation line they all just looked askance at me. Someone said something and that's when (I'm a little slow when it comes to that sort of thing, I must admit) I realised that he wasn't talking about strangulation as a death device, but as a sexual thing. OOOOHHHH!!!! My friends all laughed at me for being so naïve, and for months after that the friend who had walked past the restaurant would make gestures at me with his hands wrapped around his neck.

Nameless called me a couple of days later to see how it went. I said, "Don’t ever fix Carmelo up with women you actually like!" He asked why, of course. And I told him about the sticker "Remember the sticker on my jacket and its placement?" "Yes." He was appalled that he had so brazenly touched me so early in the date. And then I told him about the strangulation comment. He was again appalled and apologised. I told him it was okay, just don't set up Carmelo again! I talked to Nameless a few weeks later and the strangulation story had gotten around Carmelo's work, so he was taking a whole lot of ribbing and he was insisting that he hadn't meant it like that at all. Uh huh. Right.

And that's my story of Worst Date Ever (although I have had a couple of doozies since I got home, just nothing as bad as this).

11 Comments:

At Wednesday, 13 September, 2006, Blogger trinamick said...

Wow. That was the first thing I thought of when you mentioned the strangulation. I think I've watched too much Law & Order: SVU. :P

 
At Wednesday, 13 September, 2006, Anonymous Urs said...

So, if he didn't mean it like that, just exactly how did he mean it? Like, "Hey, do you like to have your airway cut off and the life blood drained from your head whilst someone wraps their giant man-hands hands around your throat - only not in a sexual, but more in a, 'I'm gonna kill you' - kinda way?"

 
At Wednesday, 13 September, 2006, Blogger Kathleen said...

Trina - It just never occurred to me.

Urs - Yeah, that's exactly what I thought. That's why I looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

 
At Thursday, 14 September, 2006, Blogger LL said...

"For the record, the Guinness was the highlight of the night. "

Wow... that was some bad night then, cause that stuff tastes awful. ;)

 
At Thursday, 14 September, 2006, Blogger Dave said...

Oh you could have had SO much fun with that guy!!!!
You should have introduced Julius as your husband and told Carmello that the hubby wanted you to bring home some guy so you could have a 3-way (of sorts)...but you'd just be there to take the pictures of your man doing his new "friend".
I'm sure he would have ran for the hills....unless....

 
At Friday, 15 September, 2006, Blogger Beth said...

Great hairs of Poseidon's beard, that is STRANGE! I have heard of it, but never been asked if I liked it.

I married right out of high school. I've been with my husband since I was 16. He was all of my bad date stories, but he's always a great date.

I do have one guy though ... it wasn't an actual date. I was a senior, he wanted to visit me, my husband (then boyfriend) was cool with it, and so I went.

This dude took me to a record store, bought me nothing (I don't know why, but that bugged me), and then took me to McDonald's. I mean, ok, McDonald's ... blech already, but then he didn't even offer to buy me that cheap ass dinner. He asked if I wanted to share his fries.

The weird part is getting a letter in the mail from him a week later saying how beautiful he thought I was and how much I'd grown into an incredible young woman, would I consider a serious relationship. I wrote back, "Perhaps if you had offered your Big Mac to me, but a share in the fries doesn't cut it with a girl like me." Dork! He was a cute dork, but a dork nonetheless.

 
At Saturday, 16 September, 2006, Blogger mr. schprock said...

I can think of one date where I made up a story to leave early. It wasn't so much disastrous as it was incredibly dull.

Coome to think of it, I'm probably the subject of a few bad date stories.

 
At Sunday, 17 September, 2006, Blogger Kathleen said...

LL - In my opinion, Guinness is always lovely.

Dave - I was too taken aback!!! Julius loved the story though.

Beth - HOLY CRAP! I hope he figured things out after that!

Schprockie - I doubt if you were ever a bad date story.

 
At Monday, 18 September, 2006, Blogger Heather said...

Yeah, I would have left after the strangulation remark. Either meant sexually or murderously, I'd be outta there!

My worst date was with a guy I worked with when I was 18. Our first date had been to a play and was really nice. But he didn't drive and had to have his mom drive (he was 20-something). Our next date was supposed to be shopping at the mall before work and I was trying to get him to not ask me out again so I wore my holiest jeans and an old faded Skid Row t-shirt. That didn't work - he thought it was swell! Anyway - - he picked me up in a TAXI! Then he just followed me around the mall all afternoon like a puppy. Gack!

 
At Tuesday, 19 September, 2006, Blogger Scott said...

That sounds simply awful. What kind of jackass gets so cozy so soon. He hides for the first introduction. I suppose he was checking you out to see if he even wanted to bother going through with it.

I've had a few blind dates in my time too. One time I was on a blind double date. The girls went to the bathroom and were there so long that we just went out the back door. I can tell you this, it's good to be married.

 
At Thursday, 21 September, 2006, Anonymous Clarity said...

I just caught up with all your entries. I had fallen behind over the past month. I have so much to say and not enough time to say it. I just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. Eric and I send our greetings and thanks.

Thank you for just being a friend and for being so amazing.

P.S. and I'm so glad you hung up the dreamcatcher!

 

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