Dating Horror Stories: Bad Case of Deja Vous
Wednesday, March 10, 2010 at 12:00PM
This story was told to me recently by a friend:
A few years ago, I worked in an area of town that had lots of little bars all clustered together. It pretty much went without saying that if you worked in one bar, you knew all the other bartenders in the area. One night, a fellow bartender from the sports club across the street and I decided to hook up. We didn’t exchange numbers or anything, just had a quick roll in the hay at his place. Bada boom, bada bing, no-strings-attached, done. Soon after our rendezvous, I quit my job and never saw him again.
About a week ago I was out with some friends and started up a conversation with a nice guy. We talked for about an hour, and the whole time, we kept looking at each other funny. Finally, I asked, “Did you used to work at Sports Bar?” and he was like, “Yeah, why?”
And I said, “Yeah, we f*cked.”
A look of surprise followed by a glimmer of recognition flashed across his face. “Ohhh, we did?” he asked.
“Uh-huh. You used to live in the apartments with the funny archway at the entrance.”
At that point we both began laughing, but it was kind of over for me. He asked for my number, but I can’t shake the nagging suspicion that whatever we did five years ago wasn’t that great for me anyway.
Reader Comments (7)
Loved this! Wow. If his face wasn't memorable enough for oyu to instantly remember him......must have been sub par, but not terrible.
True...my friend that told me this story is notoriously frank, so I love that she just came out with the dirty truth: "Yeah, we f*cked." Sheesh. :)
Were I in the guy's shoes in that situation, I probably would NOT have asked for her phone number. "Yeah, we f*cked." (??) Sheesh is right, Red. I'm not going to call your girlfriend a filthy whore or anything, but I gotta say, with the overall attitude that comes through in that story, I doubt she'll ever have much more than first dates, quick rolls in the hay, and those wicked-short interactions that are a stretch to call "short-term relationships."
Of course, maybe that's all she's looking for. Feel free to give her my number: I'd be happy to discuss the whole thing over some fava beans and a nice bottle of chianti at my place.
HOWEVER, if the story is Carly's, it wasn't me who wrote this - you have a gremlin in your system. And I've moved far, far away (changed my number and everything).
Ahahahaha...Ted, your comment is funny for SO many reasons. :)
That is a great story.
I don't know why, but when I read this it made me feel a little sad. Strange.
RC, I'm sorry. :(