|Happy birthday, USA|
This week I'm on vacation at the beach (woop woop!). Unfortunately, the beach cottage doesn't have internet, and I'm not sure that I'll be getting out to any place that does have internet, so I've prepared a few blog posts for the week in a bit of a "getting to know you" fashion. (I know. You're totally excited, right?)
Today, I want to know the story of your worst date.
In thinking about my answer for this one, two come to mind, but one was particularly awful because it happened on Valentine's day, with someone I'd been dating for over a year.
We decided to join in on a "double date" with two other couples (so technically a triple date?), at a Japanese restaurant. As I'm sure you know, Japanese cook-the-food-in-front-of-you restaurants are supposed to be fun, and the food is pretty pricey. (And I HATE them. It's too much food, I don't like having food thrown at me, and I don't like everyone looking at me while I'm pretending to enjoy having food thrown at me).
We started off the evening already arguing about something (I don't remember what, as pretty much every event with Dude involved an argument of some sort. It had been snowing out, I had to drive (as he had had his license suspended), and I also was going to have to pay. We were both aware of this.
The restaurant was freezing and while I would have been happy to talk to everyone but Dude, he decided to continue arguing about whatever we were already arguing about, out loud, in front of our friends and the strangers on the other side of the table. Since my budget was tight, I ordered water and the cheapest meal on the menu. Dude ordered beer after beer and an expensive meal just to spite me.
It just sort of went on like this and on the drive home I got stuck in the snow and he wouldn't help me get out. I think it was this point that I just broke down in tears and he decided to sleep on the couch (probably the best idea he had all night).
Happy Frickin Valentine's Day!
What is the story of YOUR worst date?