Well my awkward date occurred about three years ago. There was a guy who I had somewhat known for a long time. I always thought he was super weird but once he got to college he seemed to somewhat blossom. At first, we corresponded on Facebook. Casual talk stuff. We attended the same college and there were random events that we would talk about going to together. Well that never really panned out for whatever reason.
Fast forward several months and I decided to hit him up on Facebook again because he was cool and nice and I thought what the heck?
He seemed somewhat peeved that our previous discussions on chillin never came to fruition. Which wasn't entirely all my fault but whatever. So I said something to the effect of, "well yea I know but we should definitely make plans to hang out for real this time". And I gave him my number.
I don't remember who text who first but the text I received from him regarding the details said this, "TCBY, 6:30, Be there". I thought it came across a little bossy but whatever.
So the day of the big date comes along and wouldn't you know it, I got myself into a fender bender that was my fault. So the last thing I really wanted to do was share frozen yogurt with Mr. Bossy-Pants. My dad was awesome enough to let me drive his car....word.
I get there, he's already there. And I said, "sorry I'm a little late, I had a ca-" and before I could even finish he says, "Get in line". Geez dude I suppose I'm supposed to make you a sandwich after?
We get our treats, we sit down. Two things occurred that made this date go from chauvinistic to awkward were these two things:
- The movie Inception had just been released. I still to this day have not seen it, because I'm pretty sure I won't understand it. Anyways, the chit-chat was going alright until he said that he had been dream journaling like they apparently did in Inception. As in, he would keep a note pad beside his bed at night and if he woke up from dreaming he would write down what the dream was about. Because in Inception they attempt to like plant ideas in people's heads via dreaming or some shit. I summarized Wikipedia. I decided at that point there would be no sleepovers.
- Then, a girl walked by our table dressed like thisTotally appropriate attire for suburban strip malls. And this was apparently my date's cup of tea because he looked her Up and Down! Seeing as the date was going so well I wasn't super upset. I was more amused at the idea. I pretty much wanted to say, "look dude, you are more than welcome to go read the dream dictionary with that little philly, I've got a busted radiator to attend too"