Imagine a blind date that goes hilariously wrong, a first kiss turned epic fail, or a seemingly perfect match that turns into a wild ride. These stories go beyond ordinary love encounters and dive headlong into the realm of the extraordinary. In the pursuit of love, our fearless storytellers have faced surprises from charmingly quirky to downright surreal. As they share their experiences, you’ll be drawn into a world where Cupid’s arrow sometimes misses its mark, leaving us wondering, “What were they thinking?!”
I went out with a girl for a first date. She took me to a Kumdo lesson, which is a Korean sword fighting sport. I thought that was cool, but it was an advanced class and I made somewhat of a fool of myself but all in good fun. Anyway, it turned out that she was bringing me there because she wanted me to be part of a documentary about foreigners in Korea. So my looking like a fool was broadcast nationwide. We then visited the grandmaster’s house for makeolli and the film crew started interviewing me. They were basically focusing on my relationship with the girl I was going out with. They didn’t seem to understand it was a first date. So here I am trying to answer awkward questions without embarrassing both of us on national television.
So I went on a couple of dates with this girl and she was giving me some signs that she was ready to get a little physical. So I lean in close and try to kiss her, and she turns her face away from me. Stunned I end up going home and thinking it was over between us. Later on, she contacts me and starts hinting we should go out again. I decide to go for it, again, after getting some heavy hints and she pushes me away. So now I just ask, what’s going on? She says, “I am on dates with you so I don’t feel like I’m undesirable, but I’m not attracted to you.”
She called me the next day and I told her I’m not dating people who make me feel undesirable, then hang up.
I met this guy on an internet comm. We started IMing, and I knew some people who knew him, so I figured okay, let’s see where this goes. We talk on the phone (he lives 350 miles away) and really hit it off. So we decide that a visit is in order. He offers to fly down and get a hotel room. I’m really comfortable with him, so I say he can stay at my place, as long as there are no expectations, and he agrees.
He gets off the plane and I’m super excited to meet him. We drive to my house, and he leans over the center console to give me a little kiss and ends up bleeding on me due to a bloody nose. I roll with it, get him upstairs and cleaned up, and we decide to go eat. We get there, order, and he’s not feeling well. Really not feeling well. He excuses himself and when he comes back, it’s a pretty good bet he’s just puked. Oookay.
I take him back to my place and he lays down for a bit. When he gets up, he says he’s all good. We go out and buy a small grill, and he proceeds to meet my housemates, who all like him. It’s all going great until he’s not feeling well again. He pukes up dinner and lays down some more.
Now, I can see he’s trying to tough this out and is pretty mortified at how sick he is. So we just chill and don’t make any plans for the next day. That night he sleeps in bed with me and proceeds to sweat through the sheets and the mattress pad. I have never seen anything like it before.
The weekend goes on pretty much like that. I’m washing the sheets and giving him cold compresses and trying to make him feel better. He’s sweating and puking and trying to be well. In between we do some stuff (a museum, fireworks) and when he’s feeling okay, things are awesome.
Eventually, it’s time for him to go, so I take him to the airport and head to the office. He calls me later that day and says “What the f*ck was that? worst first date ever! except it was the best because it was with you.”
We met at a diner and drank coffee for 15 minutes. The next part of our date required us to drive somewhere in her car. As soon as I sat down in the passenger seat, I was overcome with the most powerful, foulest mildew odor that ever existed. “Sorry about the smell,” she said. “I left my windows open in the rain.”
We drove a half block and approached a four-way stop. She definitely did not have the right of way; a cop to our right did. Despite this, she gunned it through the intersection and turned left, meaning the cop she had just cut off (and almost had an accident with) was now driving behind us.
He pulled us over. As soon as he walked up to the car, she said to him, “What?! I didn’t do anything!” He asked for her license and registration. Over the next two minutes, it was determined she didn’t have either of those, nor did she have insurance, a sticker on her license place, a city sticker, or anything else she needed to drive legally.
He told us to follow him to the police station. We pulled up in the parking lot, and the cop walked up to the car, told her to get out, put handcuffs on her, and took her away. I sat there in the mildew for a couple minutes not sure of what I should do but couldn’t take it anymore and left. The whole date lasted about 25 minutes, and I never spoke to her again.
Here is a story of my worst date ever. I am 16 years old and dating an 18-year-old girl. I really, really like this girl so of course I was super nervous. It was my first date ever in my whole life. I took her out to eat, then we went to see the 2nd Mummy movie. Well everything was going great, I even had my arm around her and all that jazz. During the pigmy chase scene, one of those dudes popped up and made me jump. My arm was still around her and somehow my finger went straight in her eye. I had scratched this poor girl’s eye. She then had to go to the ER and then had to wear an eye patch for a few weeks. So the first date I ever went on, I turned the girl into a f*cking pirate. Believe it or not, she still went out with me a few times after that, but I think she felt bad for me. There is my dating horror story.
So I’ve known this guy for almost a year now, not really good friends or anything, more of casual acquaintances (we have a bunch of common friends and see each other from time to time, at parties etc). A couple of months ago he started messaging me, first on Facebook, then by text (he got my number from a friend, he didn’t ask me for it) and most of the time I responded just to be polite. He’s nice enough, but not really my type.. so when he started dropping hints about ‘meeting up’, I just turned him down and said I’m busy, or we’d just catch up the next time there’s a gathering with our friends, that sort of thing.
Fast-forward to last week and he asked me out again, and I finally decided to at least give him a chance. Date night comes and we meet up in the city after work. We have dinner; a nice, cutesy Japanese place.. conversation was okay. I was certain at this point that it was really not going to take off, he really isn’t my type.. but I was having a pleasant enough time and he was a total gentleman and not bad to talk to.
The bill comes, and I was going to suggest a quick coffee before heading home. However, he said that there was something he’d made an appointment for us for and we need to rush off to make it in time. I was a bit intrigued and excited; was it a movie, a show, or a play (he knows I’m into theater)? So we hurry off and he took me to a high-end luxury mall with an attached wing for offices.. we went up.. wait, this is an office lobby.. what the.
It was a f*cking weight-loss center.
So he explains that he’s part of this company (he works for them on a part-time basis as a distributor) and he wanted to introduce me to their products which would ‘revolutionize’ my lifestyle and make the healthier I’ve ever been in my entire life. (FYI I’m 5’5″ and 135lbs). I was totally stunned at this point so I was just nodding like an idiot the whole time we were walking inside. He then left me with his smarmy ‘teammates’, who proceeded to give me an orientation about their company and a run-through of their health supplements (when he got to the part where the weight-loss products are, the smarmiest one said, “Oooh now this is what you’ve been waiting for, I saved the best for last!”)
I just sat through it because I knew that if I started to say something, I was definitely going to burst and make a spectacle of myself (there was a seminar ongoing and we were at a little table to the side). After I flat-out said that I’m not interested in any of the products and frankly don’t believe that I need health supplements (I eat well and exercise regularly), they started on the 2nd phase: introducing me to the ‘business’ aspect of it. Basically, it was a networking model of business where you not only sell the products, you also recruit people to sell them and they would be under your ‘team’, and you get a commission for every sale they make. They rhapsodized about the wonders of the product, how easy it is to sell, and how much money I could be making because they could tell I have the right kind of ‘personality’ and ‘network’ for it. Registration was ‘only’ $1,000, and it was consumable in products.. which I could either use or sell to get my registration money back immediately.
I wish I could say I flipped the table and screamed at them to f*ck themselves with their health supplements and hope they overdose on their products, but no.. right after the ‘talk’ I just said I should head home since it was getting a bit late.
The guy actually messaged me to say that he had a good time and he hopes to see me again.. and that I would reconsider their products and the ‘business opportunity.
I called some friends up and went out for drinks because f*ck your health supplements that’s why
I’d been seeing this girl for a few weeks, and it wasn’t exactly fireworks, but we got on all right, and it was the first time I’d actually tried dating someone after breaking up with my ex-fiancee, so I wasn’t looking for a home run. She’d told me she was pagan at the outset and I assured her I didn’t mind, as long as she didn’t try to force it down my throat. For her part, she was true to her word, but it should’ve been a red flag from the word go. So anyway: She tells me she’s leaving town for the weekend to go to a pagan convention (or gathering or somesuch) a few towns over for the weekend and she was excited about it. For my part, I wanted to try to be supportive and non-judgmental about her beliefs, so I offered to accompany her, but she said she’d be fine and would call me when she got home.
So I’m at home, playing internet video games in my underwear Sunday afternoon when I get a call from her (a day early) and she’s panicked and sobbing on the other end, and it’s only after much bleating and confusion that she’s able to get out that she needs to see me ASAP. So I go full hero-boyfriend mode, immediately drop what I’m doing (I even put on pants!) and race over to her place thinking something awful has happened.
I burst through her door rapid-firing questions like “What’s wrong?” “What happened?” “Who did this to you?” and “How can I help?” and she eventually tells me that she ran into an ex-boyfriend (also pagan) while at the convention and something happened. I felt my gut drop out.
“So you were r*ped?”
“Well….no.”
“But you had s*x with him?”
“Yes.” “Well, I WANTED it with him.”
Cue palpable confusion pause. I had to not only try to parse this new bit of information.
“You…wanted to sleep with him?”
“See it’s like this. I like you a lot and I don’t want to hurt you, but you have to understand that He POSSESSED me.”
“He…he what?”
“He has a strong dark magic aura that I succumb to whenever he’s around. He makes me not myself.”
I’m pretty hopelessly lost at this point. I’ve tried to respect her beliefs up to this point but this is a bit of a tough pill for me to swallow. I tried to gain solid footing one last time.
“Possession sounds like it was against your will. “
“No no. It’s just that the dark magic clouds my mind with desires.”
“…So, basically, you’re openly admitting to me that you slept with another guy, and you’re trying to rationalize it with something you know I don’t believe in.”
At this point, she blew up on me. She was furious that I wasn’t more sympathetic to her dark magic plight, and couldn’t believe I could be so callous and selfish. After about ten minutes of cyclical yelling. I just turned to leave and told her to have a nice life. I’m not normally this witty, so you’ll pardon me for including my snarky exit one-liner. As I opened the door she screamed at me
“What, you don’t even LIKE ME anymore?! Just ALL OF THE SUDDEN?!”
Calmly, I turned around, gave her a sarcastic grin and made jazz hands and said
In college, this guy from one of my classes asked me to go out with him out of the blue (we’d never even talked before) but he was pretty cute so I said sure. We exchanged numbers and he said he’d call me with details. He called the next day and told me we were going to a restaurant that was WAY out of my price range. We’re talking like no way will this bill will be under $100. I tried talking him out of it and when that didn’t work flat out said I couldn’t afford something like that but he insists and tells me not to worry (this all really should have been a clue to me). So I say fine and agree to go. We get to the restaurant and the waiter comes over and I go to order (the cheapest thing on the menu) when he stops me and says “Ignore her, we’re both having the steak.” “But I don’t like steak.” “She’s just saying that because she’s poor. We’ll have steak.” and shoos the waiter away. I’m mortified and pissed and want to leave but he was my ride. He tries to make conversation and just proves to me that he really is an a**. Then he says he has to go to the bathroom and leaves. I’m sitting there for a good 10 min. before he text me “Hahaha I got the sh*ts from drinking last night don’t eat without me.” that was the last straw I call the waiter over, pay for my meal, and go to the Starbucks down the street to call my friend to pick me up.
When I was a teenager I worked at a retail store in the mall and a guy who worked a few stores down would always come in and talk to me. He was super sweet and genuine and would randomly take me to lunch/bring me coffee and the like. It was nice to just have someone to talk to and who seemed genuinely interested in me and what I had to say. He asked me on a date a few times and I always declined. I don’t like the idea of dating someone who I work with/work next to (just in case it goes sour) After a month or two I finally agree to go on a date with him, because good guys are hard to find! I couldn’t just let him pass by. He picks me up at my house and on our way to dinner, we got into a car accident. The driver’s side was t-boned pretty badly and we ended up having to go to the hospital where he contacted his roommate….. who then contacted my date’s girlfriend.
I had just gotten into college and was single so I couldn’t wait to meet some girls there. I sat next to a really cool girl in German class, very outdoorsy, and went camping a lot (which is awesome, I do too). On the last night of a project we were working on together, I gathered the nerve to ask her out and she quickly said “SURE!”. I pick her up the next night, and we go out to dinner. Everything is going great, had some good small talk, and laughed quite a bit. Then the food arrives. She immediately pulls out a bible from her purse and says we should recite a passage before eating. I’m an atheist but I really don’t mind if a person is religious, I refuse to judge anyone on that basis alone. So we recite a verse, thank the Lord for our meal, etc. As soon as I start eating the first question she asks is “Have you found a good church around here? I’ve been to a couple but I don’t really like them.” I froze like a deer in headlights. I’ve never been to church in my entire life so I have no clue as to what she would think is a ‘good’ church. After contemplating what to say for a second I decide to just tell her I’m an atheist. I mean heck I don’t care that she’s religious and said a bible verse/prayer before the meal, so maybe she won’t care I’m an atheist…right? Not even close. She gives me this weird evil/astonished look. Immediately grabs her bible, flips through it for a second and starts quoting a passage about sinners going to h*ll. I knew I should have gotten up and left right away but I have an entire steak I just paid $25 for sitting in front of me. I hurry up and down the steak/potatoes/vegetables in about 10 minutes. During these 10 minutes, she is STILL reciting passages and talking about how I’m going to h*ll. I just nodded and continued inhaling my food. As soon as I finished, I opened my wallet, pulled out a piece of paper with about 5 cab companies’ phone numbers on it, grabbed about $75 bucks, and threw it on the table. The only thing I said to her was “That should be plenty of money to pay for dinner and get you a cab home.”
The next day she text me and sort of apologized. By ‘sort of’ I mean the text read something like “I didn’t mean to offend you but you need to recant your sins or spend eternity in h*ll.” The next day I’m off to German class, wondering what may happen when I see her. Oddly enough, she wasn’t there. The next day comes, not there again. I asked the professor if she had received word as to why she hadn’t shown up, and the teacher told me she had dropped the class the day before. That was a relief.
I take this 28yo out. We go dancing. I bring her home. Lean in for the kiss. Get the kiss. Feel some resistance. Ask her what’s up. “My husband recently died.”
Now, I’m impressed and entertained pretty easily. It takes a lot for me to have a bad date or “judge” anyone. But.
I went on a date with quite a rich guy about a year ago. He was nice, fit, handsome, well-educated and well-dressed. Basically, everything a girl would “want”. To be honest, I only went on the date because I loved how he spoke. Dat wording.
Anyway.
We had a nice time, I guess. However, the whole time he spoke about himself. Or tried to impress me in some way. To the point where we went to a sports store and he “casually” bench pressed and whatever was in front of me, claiming he wanted to “test it out”.
He spoke about buying expensive wines and whatnot – and don’t get me wrong, I love nice wine, but I had literally gotten drunk of sack wine the day before with friends. I’m not picky, and he talked about drinking $100 bottles of wine nightly. Idiot.
The last straw was going to a sweet, independent café. They got the order mixed up by a tiny detail, and he huffed like the biggest pompous d*ckhead. “I’m never coming HERE again”.
It was kind of like, “F*ck you, man. I don’t care if your family owns half of this city, but you treat cafés and their waitresses with respect. People f*ck up. Why not spend your nightly $100 for wine on lessons on how to not be a spoilt little w*nker.”
He then wrote a blog about how I was his muse. I never spoke to him again.
I met this cute girl in college. I asked her out a couple of times, and she was really into me (on numerous occasions we sat in a coffee shop for 6-7-8 hours talking the night away), but couldn’t do anything about it as she was seeing someone else. Ok fair enough. I’m a little persistent, we hang out on and off, 6 months later after she and her significant other break up (or so I was told), we start seeing each other.
Fast forward 8 months and she’s at my place 6-7 days a week, has taken over half my condo with her stuff, we commute to work together, I’m having supper with her parents, always hanging out with her sisters and their boyfriends, she’s always over at my parents, things are going really well. I was crazy about her. Part of the family and all that good stuff.
About a week before Xmas she sits me down and basically says that she never really broke up with her boyfriend, he was just out west. He was coming home and we were over. She was just seeing me “on the side” and quite frankly didn’t understand why I wasn’t seeing someone else at the same time – seeing how “we weren’t all that serious”.
When I was young and stupid I dated a guy with a temper. He would get mad about something stupid like saying goodbye too quickly on the phone, pick a fight and we’d break up. He would call a day or two later and we would make up. After a few months, I had figured out the cycle and I was fed up. So, when he picked a fight as usual I ended it and then didn’t take him back. While we were dating I had become close with his sisters and his mom loved me. We had scheduled a girls’ lunch and his sister begged me to go. I finally said yes and went. Everything was fine and I had a great time. The whole lunch was probably 2 hours long. In the end, I walked to their car with them and the mom grabbed me and said, “Hear him!.” Out of the car comes her son (WTF!) who was trying to explain to me why we should be together. I just walked past him to my car as he ran after me. He ended up picking a fight with me because “it was my fault we broke up and I didn’t even call him so he could fix it.” Then he threw rocks at my car as I drove away. I wish I had a picture of what my face looked like when he came out of that car. I never spoke to him again and never accepted another invitation from his family.
A girl I had just met asked me out, she wanted to take me to dinner. We end up at this little Italian place, she says she knows someone that works there. When our waiter arrives, he appears visibly shaken, stuttering. She introduces me to him, this is her friend she mentioned before. I can see it right away, this guy has a thing for her, and here she is introducing him to her date. She then bugs him for special orders and asks if we can get our meals free. He really seems upset, but gives her the “anything for you” look and agrees, I decline and pay for my own meal. I felt really bad for this guy, I could just see his torment at watching this girl date someone else. She was very attractive and very friendly, I assumed he just got friendzoned. I hung out with her a few more times but backed off of the romantic part. Then I found out that the guy from the restaurant was her ex-boyfriend, who she had just dumped a few days before and had been dating since high school (this was 2-3 years after I graduated).
Back in high school, there was a very beautiful girl named Melissa in a few of my classes. This was the mid to late nineties, and pregnant teenagers weren’t as common as they are now, so I think it added to her mystique that she had a child. It never bothered me, though. I just thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. So, any chance I got to be around her, I took it.
She needed a tutor? Check. Someone to talk to? Check.
I never had the guts to ask her out, though. I wasn’t much of a looker myself in high school, so it took me a pretty darn long time to do it. Finally, I did, and she said yes! I can’t remember how it went down, but I think we decided that I’d pick the restaurant, she’d pick something else to do.
So, she shows up with her sister. That should have been my cue to NOPE it back inside my house. But, I didn’t, because I was an idiot. We went to eat, and then she said she had a “surprise” for me that she thought I’d really enjoy. I was excited; did she really plan something?
We pull up to a small convention center and start to head in. I’m already starting to WTF it when we make our way towards one of the rooms, and there it is. Clear as day on a sign-out front of the door.
Amway.
I cannot describe my internal anguish and feelings of absolute failure during the lecture and the meetup afterwards. They didn’t even sit with me; we’d arrived late, and they moved to open seats on one side while I sat on the other.
I barely remember how I answered the inundation of Amway people’s questions, but somehow I made it through the evening. I remember never even seeing Melissa or her sister during this time, and as we finally met up to go home, I was utterly destroyed.
We got home, and she looks me dead in the eyes and tells me that she had a really nice time tonight. I echoed the sentiment, told her sister it was nice to meet her and went inside.
The guy I worked with kept asking me out, I continuously said no. After about a year, I started to feel bad for the guy and said yes to a date. He asked me to lunch so I figured it could be a quick easy “date”. He picked me up and took me to Wendy’s…where he made me order off the dollar menu…and I could only get two things. After this very quiet lunch where he hunkered over his chicken nuggets like I would steal them, he said he needed to stop at Walmart. We go in and he heads to the lotion section. Strange, but whatevs. He then grabs two scented lotions and asks which one I like better. Being nice I pick one, and he responds with “Great! I’ll use this for your massage!” O.O luckily I had to work in two hours and told him the massage would have to wait. I spent the next three months trying to avoid him until he quit.
Met this German guy at a university bar one night and he seemed really into me, so he asks for my number and said he wanted to take me out on a date. Fast forward a couple of days and he calls and asks me to go for dinner that night. I didn’t know him very well at all but I figured I might as well go for it just to see what he was like. He picks me up and says we’re going to go to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, and when I start to object and say I can’t afford it he just says “Babe you’re worth it”. I’m a little caught off guard at this point, then he says we’re going to make a stop first before we go to the restaurant. He takes me to the mall and we both get out and go in. He grabs my arm and makes a beeline for this really fancy leather goods store. I’m just standing there thinking what the f*ck is going on? When he says “ArcadeLiar pick out any purse you want.” I objected and said I didn’t need or want a new purse, but he looks at me and says “Your purse is falling apart. I don’t want to take you to the restaurant with a ratty old purse like that.” I just stared at him and then turned and walked away and got one of my friends to pick me up.
A guy asks me out. I have been his manager for a while and always considered him kinda cute. Now our company is going out of business in one week, I am three months single, and there is no real reason to turn down his request for a date. I’m a little nervous because this is my first time out after a 4-year relationship, but he seems sweet and all so what the heck?
The first red flag should have been that despite owning a car he let his license expire because “driving scares him”. So I drive an hour to his house, pick him up, and ask where we are going. He directs me to the nearest shopping mall.
I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe we’re just going to go window shopping and grab a coffee and goof off. Kinda teenage but maybe I could use something less serious right now.” We get there, and the first thing he does is point out a sculpture that looks vaguely reminiscent of a b*lls. OK, I guess it’s silly that we seem to be the only two shoppers who notice it, but he keeps laughing about it waaaaay after the humor dies.
Then he walks me straight to the corner of the mall where the Rainforest Cafe is.
We walk through the gift shop to where the host is standing, and Guy immediately requests to be seated next to the animatronic gorillas. I must have given him a weird look because he turned to me and said “They’re my favorite.”
We get seated next to a family of rubber gorillas that keep making awkward robotic motions that make him laugh, and at this point, I ask him if he plans on getting a drink, to which he replies yes. So I ask our waitress to bring me a vodka and cranberry to sip before the food comes out. He then asks the waitress if he is allowed to order off the children’s menu. She says yes. Next thing I know, she is bringing back one vodka cranberry, and one child’s plastic smoothie holder with a giant, cartoon orangutang head as a lid, from which a pink silly straw is protruding. It is filled with coca cola.
“I, uh, thought we were both getting a drink?” I ask, feeling kind of sheepish because now I look like I am a mother taking the son I apparently gave birth to at age two out to dinner.
“Yeah, I don’t really like alcohol. And this came with a toy I wanted,” he said, showing me that you can twist off the bottom of the cup and there’s a plastic monkey inside.
The rest of the meal was spent with him trying to convince me that we should tell the waitress it was my birthday so we can get a free Sunday with a sparkler on top because sparklers are so cool, and me using my cocktail napkin to casually wipe away tears of regret. Then I drove him home.
I once went on a blind date with someone. When we sat down to have dinner, she told me she was a huge fan of Asian culture(I’m Korean, although born and raised in Canada. Don’t speak a lick of Korean). I groaned but nodded as I ate my pasta. She then goes on and on about this love of Asian culture, then produces a backpack that has Hello Kitty on it. She opens it up and starts producing tons of Hello Kitty merchandise. Pencils, makeup-type stuff, pencil case, just stupid random stuff. She then shows me her Hello Kitty Tattoo and tells me that she is even wearing Hello Kitty underwear. Now I’m torn. The horndog in me wants to see if she will show me this underwear, the annoyed part of me just wants her to shut up. Believe it or not, the annoyed part won.
I told her I was Korean, which prompted her to say “Yeah, so?”. I told her that Hello Kitty is a Japanese thing and that even though I am Korean, I am pretty whitewashed, so I have very little interest in something that would be considered “Korean” and less interest in something Japanese. She then responds with “There is a difference?” So I facepalmed. paid the bill, and shook her hand as I walked out
In my junior year of college, I’d started hanging around with one of the incoming freshmen. She was pretty cute and we had a bunch of stuff in common. The only real issue (at least in her mind) was that I wasn’t religious, and she was a bit of a closet Jesus freak.
So we hung out, got close, and I took her out on a date. She’d been going on about wanting to see a movie that was currently playing at one of the budget theatres in town, so we went to go see that. We had most of the theatre to ourselves, and she picked out two seats. She and I sat down and chatted a bit. When the trailers started, she got up and said that she needed to use the bathroom. She left, and I sat there and waited. The trailers finished and the movie started, and she still hadn’t returned. I was a little concerned, so I looked over my shoulder at the door she’d exited. Nothing. I hear a giggle. I glance around in my immediate area, and there’s no one around me. I stand up to go out to the lobby to see if she’s out there, and I hear another giggle.
Her giggle.
My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I see her. She’s sitting in the back of the theatre, a bag of popcorn in her lap and a big sh*t-eating grin on her face. I walked back to her seat and looked down at her.
Me: “When did you get back?”
Her: “After the second trailer.” There were four trailers, plus the theatre bump for the “STFU during the movie” message.
Me: “Why didn’t you come back and let me know you were back here?”
Her: shrug “Didn’t care.”
She should have cared. I drove, and she couldn’t afford a cab.
