Dating Horror Stories: Brittni
Monday, October 19, 2009 at 11:00AM
The Brittster and IToday's story comes from Brittni. I met Brittni at work, and she's just one of those people I've "clicked" with. When she told me this story for the first time...well, I didn't MEAN to laugh in her face. Obviously, the date wasn't nearly as funny to her as it was to me.
When it comes to dating, I just have never been very good at it, nor do it enough to learn the twists and turns of the “dating life”. My main horror story comes after my 25th birthday. I was at my local watering hole with tons of friends celebrating my mid-twenties. I am not the type of lady to be blunt or expressive when it comes to the opposite sex. I would rather run and hide than tell a man that is he is attractive or that I would like his phone number.
As the night went on, the drinks began to flow more and more heavily. While standing at the bar in a drunken blur, I see the bartender and shout to him, “Hey, you and me are hot, and this is going to work, we need to go out!” He soberly agreed. After sharing phone numbers, I stumbled my way home and in to bed. I woke up to a text message stating: "It was really nice meeting you last night. Let’s go out tomorrow night for drinks. Let me know if you’re free."
After getting rid of my hangover and talking with my girlfriends, I decided that I had nothing to lose if I was to go out with him for a couple of drinks. I agree to meet up with him the following evening. The next day he called to confirm plans. We decided on a location and while talking his asked where I lived, come to find out we live about 3 blocks away from each other. He then said. “I’ll just swing by and pick you up!” I stupidly agreed.
Driving to the bar we engaged in casual conversation, the normal, where are you from, are you in school, etc. Nothing overly exciting during the 5 minute drive there. Once we entered the bar we sat at the bar top and ordered a beer. He was cute. Nothing that I usually go far, so I thought maybe this is a good thing, a new, different type of guy. Wrong.
As the two hours go by I am the only one asking the questions and getting no reply back like, “And what about you, Brittni?” Nothing. The conversation was completely one sided. I then began to get a little upset and blurted out, “Why aren’t you asking me any questions?” His response was “What, I did. I asked what your major was!” I shouted back “That was on the car ride here!” At this point I just slammed my drink and told him I think it was time to go.
The car ride home was awkward and somewhat silent. As he pulled in to my place I said, “You can just pull over and I’ll get out here.” Well he decided to park. After quickly throwing it into park, he lead in to what I thought was hug. Again I was wrong. I turned my head to have him basically tongue kiss the side of my face from ear to nose. After wiping my face off, I thanked him for the two beers him bought me. As I reached for the door handle, he says to me. “ Wait, wait, that’s all I get?” With a look of disgust and ‘WTF’ written across my face, I looked at him with my pointer finger up and said, “Um, yeah, Good Evening!”
Needless to say, I never called him again. Now, painfully, every time I walk into my favorite bar, I have to see him and awkwardly say hi. I clearly need to find a new place to hang out.
Thanks, Brittni! Read all the Dating Horror Stories here, or submit your own to thenakedredhead (at) gmail (dot) com.
Reader Comments (4)
ouch.
I have a rule, just for me, and think more people should follow it.
Never date someone in the same postal code (zip code), always date one or two tri-cities away.
That way you never have to change your favorite bar, risk running into them at the store with your/their new dates etc.
Just a smart move.
Don't change bars, he wont work there forever.
RULE #3: Don't date your bartender! You want to be best buds with your tender, because now if I were you, I'd question what he put in my drink OR you can expect some weak ass screwdrivers girl.
The other No-No's: Room mate, Work colleague, Neighbor. Ive had bad experiences with all of these. It's the concept of not shitting where you eat.
The "postal code" rule is a little too extreme, specially if awesome people live around you.
Yeah, I dunno if I could do the postal code thing, but the bartender/co-worker/roommate...yes, those people are off-limits. It can get really weird, really fast.
Clearly a douche. I also like the phrase do not shit where you eat, but I for some reason can never seem to follow that rule.