The Worst Date i've ever been on.

Before I start, to Nora: The Doc gave me painkillers for the pain, and it went away, so I guess it was nothing serious? It hasn't come back yet!

And now a trip down memory lane....

My Worst Date.

We'll call him Emilio. I met him at a mutual friends birthday party at college. He did the whole classic "Let me show you how to play pool" bit. But at the end of the night, he didn't ask for my number. So, being the ballbreaker that I am, I decided to look him up via facebook and call him on it. We went out for a date on spring break.

Now onto the actual date. Let me start off by saying I actually got dressed up to look casual and put together, and put on tons of makeup for that 'not trying' look. Laugh all you want, I know you've been there.

Firstly I get stuck in traffic. DVP 7pm on a tuesday. Almost as bad as the DVP 7pm on a friday. So I was half an hour late. When I finally arrived, I met up with Emilio. I noticed he hadn't got dressed up, he was wearing a tshirt and skater sweater, and jeans. and glasses. Now i'm not superficial, I am in fact, practically blind, but he wasn't wearing glasses the first time I met him which made me think he wasn't concerned enough with his image to break out the contacts for a night. Regardless,

So before the date began I told him I wasn't hard to impress (bald faced lie), and that he should just try to do something out of the ordinary, like spontaneous. His spontaneous thought? To take me for a walk in the middle of Scarbrough, at night, and 'let me pick where we eat'. Me picking where we eat isn't spontaneous, or even planned. The area we were in had old theatres that showed ancient films, which sounded cool, but eating anywhere around there wasn't. All the area had were pizza pizzas and pubs. So far Not Impressed.

But I was still willing to forget.

While we were walking (in the middle of february by the way), he stopped. I kept walking. Being as perceptive as I am, I kept walking until he cleared his throat. "Um," He said, making a huge head movement towards my feet, "Your shoe. Its Un-tied." He said un-tied like I had stepped in dog shite. "So?" I said, and kept walking. "You could trip and fall!" he said, starting to get hysterical. "It's OK," I reasurred, "My head will break my fall." So he reluctantly followed me.

We settled on eating at a pub called Lion In the Sun. He made me stand outside until I had 'got' the joke in the name, and then explain it to him to make sure I had gotten it properly. Now, I like pubs, when your sitting around with the boys and playing some pool. Not exactly first date material, but its the first place I saw that didn't have 3.99 meals.

When we sat down he started talking. And talking. AND TALKING. After 35 minutes of him talking about himself, I realised I had zoned out. Not that he was asking me any questions, mind, but still. Our food was pub food, fish o' chips and coka cola. It wasn't great and was swimming in grease. Finally our bill came, (still with no questions directed at me) and like most places the waitress put the bill in the middle. He looked at me.

"OH," he said with exageration coming out his arse, "I'll get THIS one." There won't be another one, jackass.

Shite, My brother needs the internet, more later!