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Remember Brad? Ya, that one, the guy who was painfully handsome and so wonderful, so charming, witty, muscular, flirty, etc. Ya, turns out he is a complete imbecile.
Let me tell you the story...
Brad called me up and confirmed our date for the night. I was to meet him at his place so we could go to the theater. No biggie, right? I pull up and he walks out and greets me with a wave of cologne (which smelt incredible) and a huge hug. I am a sucker for hugs from muscular men (so please send any my way, ok?) I thought "so far, so good." As we walked to get into his car he asked me how my day had gone, yada yada yada, and then he says, "sorry my car smells like cigarette smoke. My roommate borrowed my car today and he smokes." In my head I was thinking how in the heck could your roommate borrow your car if you work 40 minutes away from your apartment...but whatever, right?
The date proceeds.
Brad threw in his best R&B romantic mix to swoon me, at least I think he was trying to swoon me, but I was already apprehensive and second guessing the date because I had a shady feeling that he was lying to me about the cigarette smoke coming from another source. As we're driving he informed me that one of his old roommates and girlfriend wanted to go to the movie with us, so we were going to pick them up.
We pull up to his old place of residence and he immediately starts apologizing for any naked women, any smoking, alcoholism, or any other lewd activities. I think I had this confused look on my face because he then asked me if I wanted to wait in the car. Well, I sure as heck was not going to just sit back and let him have all the fun. I consider myself a very open-minded gal so I thought, "how bad can this be?" Yeah, bad idea.
We walk up to the house and his roomie was smoking on the porch. If you want to smoke be my guest, but see if I care when you have emphysema at 30 years old....So after we greet the smoking man, who supposedly borrowed Brads car earlier that day, we walk inside. I look around cautiously and don't see any nudity, WHEW! We walked into the kitchen area and I see literally 100-131 empty alcoholic containers. You name it; beer, wine, vodka, rum, champagne, patrone, whisky, bourbon, gin, scotch...I think you get the idea. A bunch of alkeys live here! Geez! So while I'm mystified at seeing the most empty bottles of alcohol ever in my life Brad asked his roomie if he and the girlfriend wanted to go. They were too drunk or something cause they stared at Brad and I for a minute and then said they were too tired to go. So we leave and head off to the movies...
Ok, so at this point in the date I was judging Brad pretty harshly, but can you blame me? I don't want to date a smoker or an alcoholic! I guess I shouldn't assume things this early into our date. So Brad drives to the theater and we walk inside. Brad opened the door for me (earns back 1 brownie point), pays (I would hope my date pays for me), then asks if I want any type of refreshment (earns a few more brownie points back) then we walked into the theater (He walked in ahead of me. This is actually a date courtesy, the male is supposed to enter a dark theater before his fragile female friend). The movie was just about to start (we had been at the alcoholic palace for too long) so I took off my coat and got cozy. I could see Brad out of the corner of my eye looking at me, but I ignored him and watched the movie. I knew he wanted to hold my hand, he was giving me ALL the "I want to hold your hand" signals. He was leaning close to me, he kept looking at me, he put his right hand on his thigh and left it there, I mean the boy was dangling a hook to see if I would take the bait. Now, I've been known to be a big tease and flirt, so I wanted to make him work for it. Apparently he didn't want to work that hard cause he gave up about 30 minutes into the movie... I was a little disappointed, but meh, whatever, I was loving the flick!
The movie gets over and we get back into his car and we start the drive home. He knew about Tyler and that we had recently broke up, so he asked me if I was in love with my last boyfriend. I told him I truly did love Tyler, but it was just not right. I didn't want to be with someone I knew wasn't good for me. So then I probed him and asked him if he truly loved his ex-fiance. BIG MISTAKE on my part. He proceeds to tell me for the next TWO hours their entire story. And I mean EVERYTHING. He told me how on the night they met they were both drunk (how charming) and that they hit it off from there. I will spare ya'll the details, but he told me things that should only be between you and your S.O. (significant other).
Apparently I am a good listener cause he just went on and on and on. After all was said and done and he was winding up his emotional baggage drop-off, he said, "Sierra, I think you're gorgeous. I think you're the perfect woman for me, but I am not at a place in my personal life right now where I could be with someone as amazing as you (ohh barf) and I just want you to know that you're the only girl since my ex-fiance that I've gone out with on more than one date." I just sat there and had nothing to say. My mind was blank. I had nothing. This once attractive and wonderful man had become as ugly as Rumplestilskin to me. I sat and stared at him for a few minutes and then I finally said, "Brad, I'm not sure exactly what you want from me. But I don't think I want my time wasted and I don't want to waste yours. Thanks for the movie. Have a great night." I got out of his car and never looked back (and I haven't ever texted him back either)
That was probably one of the worst dates from hell I've ever been on.
Remember Brad? Ya, that one, the guy who was painfully handsome and so wonderful, so charming, witty, muscular, flirty, etc. Ya, turns out he is a complete imbecile.
Let me tell you the story...
Brad called me up and confirmed our date for the night. I was to meet him at his place so we could go to the theater. No biggie, right? I pull up and he walks out and greets me with a wave of cologne (which smelt incredible) and a huge hug. I am a sucker for hugs from muscular men (so please send any my way, ok?) I thought "so far, so good." As we walked to get into his car he asked me how my day had gone, yada yada yada, and then he says, "sorry my car smells like cigarette smoke. My roommate borrowed my car today and he smokes." In my head I was thinking how in the heck could your roommate borrow your car if you work 40 minutes away from your apartment...but whatever, right?
The date proceeds.
Brad threw in his best R&B romantic mix to swoon me, at least I think he was trying to swoon me, but I was already apprehensive and second guessing the date because I had a shady feeling that he was lying to me about the cigarette smoke coming from another source. As we're driving he informed me that one of his old roommates and girlfriend wanted to go to the movie with us, so we were going to pick them up.
We pull up to his old place of residence and he immediately starts apologizing for any naked women, any smoking, alcoholism, or any other lewd activities. I think I had this confused look on my face because he then asked me if I wanted to wait in the car. Well, I sure as heck was not going to just sit back and let him have all the fun. I consider myself a very open-minded gal so I thought, "how bad can this be?" Yeah, bad idea.
We walk up to the house and his roomie was smoking on the porch. If you want to smoke be my guest, but see if I care when you have emphysema at 30 years old....So after we greet the smoking man, who supposedly borrowed Brads car earlier that day, we walk inside. I look around cautiously and don't see any nudity, WHEW! We walked into the kitchen area and I see literally 100-131 empty alcoholic containers. You name it; beer, wine, vodka, rum, champagne, patrone, whisky, bourbon, gin, scotch...I think you get the idea. A bunch of alkeys live here! Geez! So while I'm mystified at seeing the most empty bottles of alcohol ever in my life Brad asked his roomie if he and the girlfriend wanted to go. They were too drunk or something cause they stared at Brad and I for a minute and then said they were too tired to go. So we leave and head off to the movies...
Ok, so at this point in the date I was judging Brad pretty harshly, but can you blame me? I don't want to date a smoker or an alcoholic! I guess I shouldn't assume things this early into our date. So Brad drives to the theater and we walk inside. Brad opened the door for me (earns back 1 brownie point), pays (I would hope my date pays for me), then asks if I want any type of refreshment (earns a few more brownie points back) then we walked into the theater (He walked in ahead of me. This is actually a date courtesy, the male is supposed to enter a dark theater before his fragile female friend). The movie was just about to start (we had been at the alcoholic palace for too long) so I took off my coat and got cozy. I could see Brad out of the corner of my eye looking at me, but I ignored him and watched the movie. I knew he wanted to hold my hand, he was giving me ALL the "I want to hold your hand" signals. He was leaning close to me, he kept looking at me, he put his right hand on his thigh and left it there, I mean the boy was dangling a hook to see if I would take the bait. Now, I've been known to be a big tease and flirt, so I wanted to make him work for it. Apparently he didn't want to work that hard cause he gave up about 30 minutes into the movie... I was a little disappointed, but meh, whatever, I was loving the flick!
The movie gets over and we get back into his car and we start the drive home. He knew about Tyler and that we had recently broke up, so he asked me if I was in love with my last boyfriend. I told him I truly did love Tyler, but it was just not right. I didn't want to be with someone I knew wasn't good for me. So then I probed him and asked him if he truly loved his ex-fiance. BIG MISTAKE on my part. He proceeds to tell me for the next TWO hours their entire story. And I mean EVERYTHING. He told me how on the night they met they were both drunk (how charming) and that they hit it off from there. I will spare ya'll the details, but he told me things that should only be between you and your S.O. (significant other).
Apparently I am a good listener cause he just went on and on and on. After all was said and done and he was winding up his emotional baggage drop-off, he said, "Sierra, I think you're gorgeous. I think you're the perfect woman for me, but I am not at a place in my personal life right now where I could be with someone as amazing as you (ohh barf) and I just want you to know that you're the only girl since my ex-fiance that I've gone out with on more than one date." I just sat there and had nothing to say. My mind was blank. I had nothing. This once attractive and wonderful man had become as ugly as Rumplestilskin to me. I sat and stared at him for a few minutes and then I finally said, "Brad, I'm not sure exactly what you want from me. But I don't think I want my time wasted and I don't want to waste yours. Thanks for the movie. Have a great night." I got out of his car and never looked back (and I haven't ever texted him back either)
That was probably one of the worst dates from hell I've ever been on.
Until the next fabulous date...xo Sierra
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