Dating Disasters (Part 3 of 3)
(Continued from Bad Date Stories 2)I dated this guy for eight weeks and I thought I was falling in love - honestly I did! He was smart, tall, intelligent, financially secure, funny, kind and a good lover. However, after each and every one of our dates, we always ended up going to my place. Whenever I would ask him why we never went to his place, he would always shrug his shoulders, or avoid the subject or act like it wasn't an option. Then one day, I decided to pay him a surprise visit. When he opened the door, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen such a stinking mess in my life. There were clothes strewn everywhere and jumbled about with empty take out food containers and the place stank like the bottom of a garbage pail. I might have been able to live with the food rotting in the sink, the stacks of old newspapers and the thick inch layer of dust on everything. When I saw his bathroom, well that was it for me. I could hardly keep from retching. There was a fine dusting of human hair everywhere and the toilet was crusted with stuff. I wondered why this guy, who was celebrated as a creative marketing genius, wasn't married yet - now I knew!
Hi my name is Judy. I met this guy. His name was Glen. He was smart, brilliant, witty and hard working. He paid me lots of attention and after taking a few long walks together in a park, I thought he liked me. I really did. When he was around me, he just seemed to glow. I thought I was somone special to him. Then I decided to ask Glen to come to a party with me. Well, we both get really dressed up and we go to the party, and I am not too worried, even though Glen seems to be a little distracted and distant. I ask him if there is anything wrong and he doesn't say anything, so I think he is just tired. Anyway at one point I go to the bathroom. I was gone for less than FIVE MINUTES. When I returned, he was sitting in an armchair, with another woman, a complete stranger sitting in his lap. This woman was rubbing up against chest and cooing in his ear. This went on for about ten minutes while I just stood there wondering what to do. When I finally worked up the nerve to approach Glen to say "Uh... hello. Remember me?" he completely ignored me and the woman just smiled at me in that Cheshire cat kind of way. That is when I decided to leave. Later, when I got home, he phoned me to ask me what my problem was. When I told him he was rude and that we were on a date, he scoffed and told me I suffered from distorted thinking and that we were just friends. Next time, I will ask for the guy to confirm in writing that we are actually on a date before we go...