I WAS the nightmare on a first, essentially, blind date ! Many years ago I received a call from a guy who remembered me from my company's holiday open house. Admittedly, I'd had a bit to drink that night and didn't have a clue who this guy was. I asked my boss about him and he said that he's a great guy and I should go out with him. At this point, I wasn't aware that he'd set me up for this.
The night comes around and I'm sitting on the porch of my apartment house. Two of my neighbors are hanging out and laughing and asking who died since I was in a dress and heels. I informed them that I had a date and to be nice when he arrived. They were sipping on their Buds and one pointed and said "I'll bet that's your date." He was pointing at one of the nerdiest, geekiest guys I'd ever seen and he was walking our way. Sure as Hell, he was the date and I was mentally cursing my boss.
The guy was really a nice guy and took me to dinner where I ordered surf and turf. I ordered a drink and proceeded to tell him that I rarely drink and don't handle it well. He encouraged me to have another. I can't imagine why!
We finish dinner (and a couple more drinks) and he takes me to a club where the bartender was a moonlighting co-worker from my office. The bartender was in on the joke yet was feeling pity for me, I guess. The marguerita's quickly progressed to double shots of tequila and I was snot-slinging drunk! I was loud, obnoxious and grabbing total strangers to come dance with me.
When the club closed, I announced to my date that I was out of cigarettes and that he had to stop and get me some. Did I mention that he didn't smoke and I was the first person to smoke in his car that he obviously tended with care?
I lay across the seat with the AC blowing directly into my face and made a complete bitch of myself for the drive home. Upon arrival at my apartment, he came around to open the door for me and I topped off the evening by proceeding to barf all over his feet (of course, hitting the interior of the car in the process). He continued to treat me with the utmost respect and led me to my apartment, took my key from my purse, opened the door, parked me on my couch and left, locking me in from the outside and sliding my key under the door.
Unbelieveably, he kept calling and asked me out again but I couldn't do it. My boss had a great laugh over the whole story but I felt guilty as Hell and, honestly, couldn't bear the thought of facing the guy again.
So, George, if you're out there I'm really sorry about christening your shoes and car! :sadwave: