The worst date.

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Over the past weekend I managed to go on the worst date I could ever imagine. Everything went wrong, but I found it surprisingly entertaining. His name was Mike. I met him a while back at the circle tap, but blew him off on several occasions to spend time with Knight (my boyfriend at the time). He eventually gave up. Recently I randomly liked one of his Facebook posts that I thought was funny and then he was blowing up my messenger like it was going out of style. When we first met it was quite awkward but I broke the ice by making him take the 16personalities quiz that I’ve been making everyone take lately. What I didn’t know was that we were the same personality type, which I haven’t come across yet. We spent hours (until 5 in the morning) just talking about everything. So I agreed to let him take me out to dinner. He picked me up looking superficial as fuck and took me to a nice restaurant at the mall, and then it just went downhill. He was mad because he was getting fucked over on a camero he was having restored, then he got mad at the bartender for asking for his id which he left in the truck, but upon returning with the wallet he was drenched head to toe. He had gotten caught in the rain; a momentary downpour. He was livid. The bartender asked him what he wanted again and he snapped at her for not remembering. I tried to make light of the rain soaked shirt he wore that went from a size small to xxl, but he wasn’t amused. We finished our drinks In a hurry because he was cold and demanded he needed to go buy a dry shirt. But not any shirt. A 30 dollar plain v neck tee from the buckle. I could have found the same thing at goodwill for 2 bucks… But whatever he was happy and dry so went back to eat. Conversation got better except he kept mentioning he only dates model like girls (but I was different and he liked me for it) and he invited me to go with to a buddy’s house. A typical stoner with an abusive black girlfriend which a psycho backstory to go along with it. At 12 she was molested and videotaped by her uncle, by 13 she had her baby daughter die in her sleep, by 18 she had her now toddler sons tounge cut out by his father because he wouldn’t stop crying, so not wonder this chick was crazy mad at the world at the mere age of 19. But she got along with me fine. We decide to keep drinking, but he has maxed out his card for the day due to the car situation, so I offered to loan him 20 but instead he persisted on borrowing it from his father. We drove over, walked inside and not even moments after he mentions “can I borrow some cash” his dad’s face blows up like a puffer fish and turns bright red! He starts snapping at him. Mike defends himself stating that he can return the money tomorrow his account had just reached its limit for the day and he had just paid him 800 dollars that he owed him.  The dad replies “I don’t believe you!” I take this as my que to leave… I wait out in the truck with his friend until his return and we use the 20 I had originally offered to buy the beer. Then the storm happens. 

Huge tornado scare, the rain is coming down like wild fire and we are just sitting with an open garage door just watching it all. Between beer and 99 proof peppermint schnapps I was drunk, he was drunk, he was way more drunk, he threw up… Lol but at this point all I could do was sit back at laugh and at least give it to the guy for being such a trooper over the course of the day, so I slept with him anyway.

Not sure why there is a sense of pride in that statement… Maybe because I was helping the guy out, maybe because I was desperate to not go running into the arms of my ex boyfriend for once, or maybe it was the booze and I just said fuck it. But it happened, ta da… He’s been texting me… I haven’t answered *evil laugh*

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