Alright, well there were some additional things I managed to leave off from my last post being that this is a more filtered entry. Hehe.
Anyway, I finally broke down and went on a blind date this past weekend and let me tell you, I really really hate them with a passion. See, I’m the type of person that can’t really date another person until I’m friends with them first. It’s just the weird way I was made I suppose which drastically limits my dating pool, but always ends up with significantly better results. Reason being that if the dating aspect of the relationship fails, I always have a good friend there which is a lot more important to me anyway.
So, a friend of mine managed to talk me into taking out one of her friends for a night out of dinner and chatting. Now, this friends knows how I feel about blind dates, but I trusted her judgment (hehe, though now I probably never will) and decided to give it a whirl. Hey, if anything I may land a new friend that lives close to me to hang with. Can’t go wrong right??
So, I get in contact with her and we chat for a little bit (turns out we both HATE to use phones, heh.) and decide to meet up at a local sushi restaurant near us in what I think is South Brunswick. We meet up at the restaurant the following night and I was taken aback because this woman was very attractive. I mean like movie star attractive and kind of resembled that really hot red head from that last Hannibal Lechter and that Boogey Nights movie, same age as well. I see her in a bunch of make-up commercials now, but can’t seem to recall the name. We exchange our pleasantries and start to walk in and as we get to the door, I hold it open for her to walk in and this is where things went downhill…
She glares at me and bluntly states, “I can open my own door thank you.”
So… I look at her, smile and say, “So I see chivalry dies with you…” She smirks in a “Fuck you” type of way and we walk in.
We get to our table and proceed with the idle chit chat about stuff like work, hobbies and such and she mentions that she has never had Japanese before. So I proceed to walk her through the menu at which point she is disgusted (and of course verbalizes it) by the fact that the fish (and meat since they had Kobe beef there) was to be eaten raw. Ok, I can understand how some people can be put off by the raw fish. Heck, at one point I couldn’t fathom the thought of wolfing down some raw fish but, I tried it and was hooked ever since. I then mention to her that not all Japanese is raw and pointed out some of the tasty stuff which can be eaten that is fully cooked. She seemed appeased by this and proceeded to order a breaded pork dish and asked me what I was going to get. I told her I was going for a Chirashi (bowl of rice with various fish on it) and the bitch had the nerve to tell me it would be rude of me to order it since she can’t fathom how someone would eat raw fish.
Fine… Dave can play nice.
I ordered an eel dish (since it’s always cooked and very yummy) and just told her it was chicken. So, our food gets here and she gets a little chattier as she got more food in her. My guess was that she was one of them mean hungry types. I was mistaken however as she only rambled on about her ex-husband and how he left her after two months of marriage because of the way he said she treated him for the next hour and a half. AN HOUR AND A HALF PEOPLE! Luckily I got a break after her yammering and as she got up for the bathroom, I stood up to see her off (force of habit) and again with the glaring on her part. I smiled again and sat down and proceeded to call my friend to rip her a new asshole. She gets on the phone, we chat for a bit, and I tell her about this bit of torture she has subjected me to. She apologizes profusely and I ask her if she wants some Japanese. She says yeah, so I tell her to make her way over to the restaurant because I hate eating alone. She knows me well enough to know what I am going to do next, so she tells me she’ll be there soon.
So, I finish up my tasty green tea and Ms. Bitchola comes strolling back from powdering her nose. The waitress comes by and asks for dessert and we tell her what we would like, plus she asks for the check as well. Our dessert gets there and again with the chatting about her job and her car and her life and who knows what else. All I did was nod and smile at the right places and all was kosher. The check gets there and I sit there waiting for her to even make the slightest bit of an attempt to reach for it. I’ll leave it up to you all to guess that she never did such a thing. I go to reach it and she politely says “Thank you” and tell me how I am a really good listener and how she thought the date went very well. So I blatantly tell her, “I assume this dinner will be on me then?” to which she replies, “Well, it would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”
OH NO SHE DIDN’T!!!!
“Very well then. I want you to get up and leave this restaurant and please never talk to me again.”
“I’m not kidding, you’re a fucking cunt and the sight of you sickens me, leave now.”
She. Was. Fucking. Shocked.
She asks me what happened and as calmly as I could, (I loathe making scenes) I gently ripped her a new asshole telling her what I thought of her and how I was surprised it took two months for her hubby to leave her as I would have been smart enough to not even propose in the first place. When I saw my friend show up at the door, I told her I had company and that it would be rude for her to stay. She gathered her coat and purse and left in a pretty good huff.
I paid for the meal and my friend and I walked up to the sushi bar and proceeded to have a great time chatting it up over some warm sake and telling each other tales of other bad dates we had for the next few hours.
My friend gave me a call last night and apparently the little priss profusely apologized for the way she behaved that night and wants another date to make up for it. I told her to relay my message of “No.” Of course I’d have the hand in this little arrangement, but it’s not even worth it.