Dates from Hell


I had met a guy online and we decided to meet for a drink the following Saturday. Well, I chose the place near my apartment as I don't own a car. I went there on Friday and talked to my favorite waitress, explaining I was meeting someone new.

Well we worked out a signal in case something was going badly. So, on Saturday, I get there early and am waiting for him. He looked nothing like his picture. His picture did not show all his bling, nor was he wearing a 1970's shiny polyester shirt and pants in the picture. Well, he ordered a drink and after two or three SENTENCES, it was clear to me this wasn't going to work out. When he finished his drink, he was looking around for the waitress, obviously wanting to order another. As politely as I could, I said, you know, I don't think this is going to work out, but I'll pick up the check and I think you should leave now. He looked at me and said No. I said, excuse me? He said no - he liked me and wanted to give it more time! Well, I would have left, but I didn't want him following me home. So, I looked over and the waitress was looking at me. I gave her the signal. She cocked her head and looked at me again, I gave the signal again.

She filled her tray with glasses of water, walked right over and oops! he was covered! He was soaking wet and VERY irate, but he had to leave. She got a big tip.