Dating Horror Stories: DubiousMa
Thursday, October 22, 2009 at 1:35PMToday's story comes from my new blogging friend, DubiousMa. She's dubbed herself the "Anti-Mom" and her snarky take on motherhood is a breath of fresh air. Check out her newly-designed blog here!
Okay, here's my dating horror story: THIS IS A TRUE STORY
Went out on a blind date set up by my mother (known in the family as E.O. - The Evil One), who apparently doesn't know me at all. The guy looked just like Judd Nelson in St. Elmo's Fire and was a total Young Republican. I arrange to meet "Judd" at the restaurant (pretentious French restaurant, no less) and I get there first. I'm sitting at the bar, talking to a lovely Shia Labeouf type who I'd much rather go out with, when in walks "Judd." I already know how this is going to end.
So, we sit down, he orders for me because he's a wanna-be like that, and he proceeds to tell me how much he hates "faggots", thinks they should be eradicated from the Earth, and that he can't believe I'm black. (My mother is white so he would have gotten no warning of this). "Not that I don't enjoy coloreds, my grandma had a colored nanny..." Yeah. It went there. So, naturally, I excuse myself to go to the ladies room, making sure that I have all of my belongings, of course, since I don't plan on returning to the table.
I go to the ladies room which is within eye sight of our table (apparently, he's not important enough to score a "good" table) and try to figure out how I'm going to sneak out. Ah ah! Window! So, I stand on the counter and try to push the window up but it's really stuck. Probably painted shut. I'm pushing and all of a sudden it flies up....and shatters. At that moment, a waitress walks in, sees me and automatically assumes that I'm trying to skip on the check. Management is alerted, they call the police (probably because I'm "colored" lol). I'm all "I'm here with someone, he's right out there in the dining room!" Now I'm really screwed because not only will I have to pay for the window, I'll have to explain to the restaurant, the police AND Judd why I was trying to open the window in the first place....
No need to worry though. Judd had skipped on me while I was in the ladies room.
I made the Evil One pay for the window.
Oh. Dear. Lord. These stories are getting scarier and scarier. Judd Nelson! Young Republicans! *KREE! KREE! KREE! KREE!*
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Reader Comments (11)
"Went out on a blind date set up by my mother..." << That's pretty much all you needed to say and I knew why this would be a dating "horror" story.
Wow .... OMG ... alll I can say is wow and ouch. What a douche! I'm glad the EO payed for it.
Note to self, do not let Evil ones set me up.
What a crazy story! I hate jerks like that. And to think that he skipped out on you. I hope your mother tracked him down and beat his butt!
That. Rocks.
Yes, I am to be blamed for allowing the E.O. to set up the date in the first place....racist prick.....the date, not E.O.
Oh man. Stories like this are why I don't date....though I have a few 'this is why I didn't go on that first date' stories. Maybe I will write them up.
Ps. love these posts Red, great idea.
Wow! That one date seems worse than my entire marriage and I am divorced!
Random...yes please! I'd love to hear your stories.
Thanks for reading guys. I'm glad that my readers are so obviously tickled by others' pain. :D
That is awful! Was this at Le Petit Bistro in Rhinebeck?
This is amazing.