Worst. Date. Ever.

I was going to write a blog about my dating hiatus, but then I went on a date. And now I remember why I was on a hiatus....

First of all let me preface this with the fact that I've been putting this date off for weeks. "I'm not feeling well", "I just left the gym, I'm all sweaty", you name it, I said it. So finally I felt bad. But more importantly I needed to go out with this guy because he's well connected in this city and will be opening a new club (where I want VIP status) shortly.

Now on to the date. The day prior he texts that we should meet "around 3 or 4" so I plan my day around that. Come 2:00 he says "I'm training people, how about 5?" Ok, that's fine. So I get ready and he says "I'll be done around 5 or 6". Naturally he calls at 6 to say he's finished and asks where to meet me. Here's what happens:

"How about Bougeois Pig in Franklin Village?"

"Ummm I don't know where that is."

"Well do you know where Birds is?"

"Uhhh, no."

"Do you know where Franklin is?? Franklin and Gower?"

"Ummm... yeah. I mean, kind of, is it walkable?"

"It's like 10 blocks. But I would drive."
"Well I don't have a car, can you pick me up?"

"Uh, really? Well, no. I don't drive."

"Oh. Well I guess I'll have to catch a cab. You sure I can't walk it?"

"I mean, you can, it's up to you..."

"Well, um, I don't know, let me figure this out. I'll call you back"

Twenty minutes go by and I text him "are you ok? It's really only like 10 blocks..." He responds with "I'll meet you at 7:30". Seriously? More. Fucking. Waiting?

So 7:30 rolls by and he's sitting outside. Waiting. Smoking. He apologizes for the next 5 minutes and almost redeems himself. That is until he changes the subject... to himself. The next hour was all about name dropping, his party lifestyle, living in Vegas, crazy nights out and getting drunk until 6 am, how he loves clothing, and how he's sooooo busy. And, shocker, he was texting the entire time. He didn't even turn the volume off, it literally chimed every 30 seconds. But the best part was at the end of the hour when he picked up the phone (with no warning), called his friend, and asked if he wanted to go to dinner. Then he gets off the phone and asks if I'm ready to go. You have no idea buddy.

We get outside, he puts his arm around me, and walks me home because he's a "gentleman" as he says. Pffftttt. We say our goodbyes and he excitedly says we should get together soon while rattling off his weekly schedule. Yeah, ok.

Good night. Good bye. Get lost.