now i know what a bad date looks like.

So last night was the second date of the week and quite honestly, after that showing, I don't want to go on another date ever again - lol. Here's the deal - I decided to do a little experiment and go out with a guy I had little to no background on. Probably a mistake, but I'm trying new things lately and I figured how bad could it be. Well, apparently, ladies and gentlemen, it can be pretty damn bad. 

We went to this place called Pravda - Russian theme. I loved it! It's in the West Village and seems like a really chill place, but I only spent about 55 minutes there, so who knows? I got there about 7 minutes early. He was late. I was fine with that since he texted me to let me know he was lost and it was okay. When he got there he looked fine - not exactly my type, but not ugly or anything. Also, I really need to measure myself - because all these guys are like "I'm 6'1, I'm tall... yada yada" and then I get there and they're not that much taller than me. So either I'm not 5'9" or somebody's lying about their height. I don't mind, but really - let's not false advertise.

It was a little awkward at first, but we started talking. His profile said he was 23 and college educated. I guess he forgot to mention that he had dropped out of college, which he informed me when we met up. He said he just "got sick of it and left" - charming. Call me a snot, but I just cannot get behind dropping out of school unless you had a good reason - a death, you started your own company, you wanted to do something interesting and unique. But to drop out of college to work in retail - not cute. However, I'm not a mean person, so I tried to engage him in other conversation. Then the waitress came out and put the silverware down, wrapped up in a cloth napkin. He grabbed the silverware and proceeded to pretend that they were people and was like "Look at us - we have no clothes. We have to wrap ourselves in this white towel as we walk down the street!" I SHIT YOU NOT. That really did happen. I almost couldn't believe it myself. After some awkward giggling on my part, he stopped and we ordered. Food came super quickly. I already knew shit was going downhill so I only ordered fries and a drink, but he got burgers. "It's too early to drink," was what he had to say to me. First of all, I should've known with that statement that we'd never get along. Secondly, I knew I was going to need a drink to get through any amount of time with him.

We talked about family stuff and our backgrounds, etc etc. He made some comments about adoption that kind of pissed me off - he called it 'strange.' This was knowing that I was adopted cuz I told him about it. Sweet Jesus. Anyhow - the bill comes and of course I go to throw my money down. I like when men pay, but I knew I didn't want to owe this man anything or give him any sign of encouragement. So normally when people pay a bill, they add for tax and tip, right? He literally put a card down and paid 15.00 for his burgers - nothing for tax - and then a $1 tip. ONE DOLLAR. GTFO. What is up with him? I was mortified, but didn't really know how to fix it. And now I won't be able to show my face there again because we left such an abysmal tip. Maybe I'll get a haircut and go back. Anyhow, needless to say - I booked it out of there the second we got the check and when he told me he was going left on Lafayette, I went right. HAHA. Too fucking funny.

So yeah, that was that. I walked home and to my dismay, the liquor store was closed! Luckily roomie helped me out when I got home and we drank Riesling and I told her about the horror of it all. Hopefully my next date won't be quite as shittastic, but we'll see.