Today's Topic is: Love Telling this Bad Date Story AKA WORST DATE EVER
Back in March/April 2009, I began dating this guy. He happened to be only the second youngest guy that I had ever dated. (My hubby being the third. Third time the charm, right?)
On to what happens to be one of the worst dates ever...
The weekend of April 24th-26th, my boyfriend at the time and I were together. We went to fly kites and launch rockets. His ideas, not mine. On Saturday, he said, "Can I hang out with my friend instead? I will see you tomorrow." I said, "Sure." He was his own person. I didn't want to seem like the possessive girlfriend. Inside I was basically fuming, because it was like he was ditching me. I knew this, because he had been texting while we were together. I had to work on my birthday, which majorly sucked. It was my freakin' birthday!
After work, I had went to his place, so we could go out and celebrate my birthday (at the time, it was my 23rd birthday). He had only gotten me a butterfly vase and three tulips that were yellow/pink. I was kind of hurt and disappointed. This was considering that I got him a extremely sweet card and tons of stuff, plus a movie and a dinner. Probably around $100 or maybe even more. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or like I am comparing gifts, but I guess you aren't going to spend a lot of money on someone you are going to break up with (spoiler alert!). We went to eat and he looked at me with a smile... A smile that had something behind it. A smile that had this kind of "I like you and I care, but I feel bad now, because I know I am going to hurt you a few days later." In all seriousness, I thought it was a joke. Well, not a joke. I was thinking to myself, "No, really, where is the real gift hidden."
So, we went out to one of my favorite steakhouses, which happened to be the crappiest of the three locations. That's neither here nor there. Since I was getting a particular feeling (spoiler alert!), I decided to order one of the biggest steaks, double order of bacon cheese fries, and a slice of cheesecake. Hey, I love that meal and it was my birthday. However, the meal really wasn't all that enjoyable.
The next day was Monday, April 27, and I had taken off the day from work WITHOUT pay. The key word being WITHOUT pay, so he and I could have spent the whole day to celebrate my birthday. Well, around 5:30pm, he decided to leave me and hang out with friends. I started crying. Lame, I know. When I get angry, sometimes I tend to cry. I was so hurt and pissed. I had taken the day off from work without pay to hang out, and he didn't want to be with me. I should have just worked.
On the morning of the 28th, I had a bad feeling. I always know when a boyfriend and I are going to break up. I just know. Call it the woman's intuition. Also, one of my bachelor's is degree is in Psychology. I am not flipping stupid. I pick up on subtle verbal and nonverbal clues, what people say, etc. On that same day, I had called him like every other day. This day was not any different. He had men's group that night, so he said he was going to come over. I immediately knew something was wrong, because I usually didn't see him on Tuesdays. I called my friend, John, and told him I believed he was bringing the stuff I left over at his apartment and we were going to break up. Turns out, I was right.
I told him when we were breaking up that I knew it was going to happen. In fact, I knew a week beforehand. I knew it to the exact day. APRIL 28TH. I was soooo right. I sent my friend a message before he got there. I showed Alex the text message and proved to him that I knew it was going to happen. I was like, "BOOOOYAH!!! IN YOUR FACE!"
I had met his entire family: mom, dad, sister, dog, aunts, uncles, cousins. Why in the world would you bring someone around your family, if you didn't plan on keeping them around for awhile? Whatever.
I told him the moment he realized it, is when he should have broke up with me. He said, he didn't want to break up with me on my birthday. Then, he said, "I wanted you to have a good birthday." I said, "Thanks, I appreciate that," in a smart-ass, sarcastic tone.
He said we had nothing in common. I thought this is a bs answer. I struck back with, "You knew we didn't have anything in common to begin with, and you still went out with me anyway." He really didn't have anything to say about that. He said I did some things that annoyed him. I called him out and asked him to name some. He basically said he couldn't come up with any. He did say that I stared at him a lot. Forgive me if I am attracted to my boyfriend and I want to look at him. Screw that. Well, the weird thing was that a previous boyfriend said the same thing.
Then either the day after we broke up or a few days later, he texted me..."Hey, wanted to see how you are holding up." Seriously, how full of yourself do you have to be. I had already moved on. Seriously.