Dating can be fun in some ways, for sure. Some of my friends would beg to differ, they argue the fact that they’ve been single for years, I’m still fresh into the dating world, all very true.
I haven’t had all too many bad dates, and they weren’t anything crazy like his ex girlfriend showed up or he forgot his wallet, but there have been a couple that I was blatantly like NOPE. Also, my close friends know of my most ridiculous dates by not only their first name, but by nickname I gave them. If they know you by first name, then I actually liked you. There’s not many of those either, haha. Here’s a couple of the bad dates nicknames: Bad Kisser, Dilf, The Bearded Teacher, Billy Joel, Lacrosse Player and Shoelace Guy (see The Boot Incident)
Which brings me to my most recent date. Super sweet guy, good head on his shoulders, owns his own consulting company, but he seemed too nice for me, like I KNOW he couldn’t handle me—and plus, he had better eyebrows than me and was soft (see Dealbreakers) I like assholes I’ve determined, and he bored me. Hence why I talked the entire time, and I never asked him any questions…which I would hate me as a date, but that’s besides the point. If I like you, I want to get to know you.
Anyways, I made the mistake of going for dinner and not just drinks. Fit girls love to eat, what can I say? Especially when there is fancy meat and seafood involved. I felt like I was beasting through the date the same way I beast through a workout. Lifting that fork and wine glass like a champ. “Just get it over with, I’m almost done”, I constantly say, without the amazing feeling I get after a WOD, this feeling was the freeness I felt once I left the restaurant. Except when he tried giving me a kiss. Which happens sometimes, you just quickly cock your head towards the other direction and they then have your cheek. Whilst you then quickly disarm and throw your best awkward hug forward. But no, he takes his hands, grabs your pretty little face and tries it a second time on the lips while I scream, “No!” on Tremont Street.
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