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Tuesday, Mar. 28, 2006 - 11:37 a.m. THE Worst (But Funniest) Date I Ever Had
I was just cruising around other journals,
notably Pork Tornado, when I came upon this
entry. It reminded me of nightmare date that I went on once.
Actually, it wasn't such a nightmare as it was a comedy. I still chuckle
when I think about it to this day. I guess I was about 16 at the time, 1985,
and of course in High School. One of my oldest girlfriends had met a guy,
I think ice skating, and she and he didn't hit it off, but she thought that he
and I might. Actually, come to think of it, I think she was friends with
his sister. IN ANY EVENT, he attended Conroe High School, and I attended
Westfield High School. Both schools were in the same UIL district and just
down the freeway from each other (to the tune of 20-30 miles) so we competed
against each other in sporting events. I was in marching band and played
trumpet. And guess, what! He was in marching band and played trumpet
as well. Oh, before I go any further with this, I think he was a senior to
my junior, and, here's the kicker, his name was *insert drum roll here*
Rocky. Yes folks, that's right. Rocky. Rocky the trumpet
playing fool from Conroe High School. So where was I? Oh yes, my
date. Well, Rocky, who was not that bad looking and seemed to be a pretty
nice guy, asks me out on a date to which I accepted. The big night came
and he drove down from Conroe in his red sports car (I don't remember what kind,
but I do remember it was not a typical kind of car one would buy their teenager
unless money was to be had). He was extremely proud of that car and I seem
to remember his showing off while driving it, shifting it into gears he probably
ought not to have been shifting into. But, no matter. I was in the car and
we were off. After a few miles, he turns and says to me that he hopes I brought
socks because we were going bowling. Well, uh, no, I didn't bring socks
becaaaauuuuuuse, I had no idea we were going bowling and that information would
have been useful before the start of the evening. No worries though, I
could borrow some of his. Now, you KNOW when something is not going to go
right. There is that whole chemistry thing that I am firm and full believer
in, and I could tell just a few minutes into this date, that it wasn't
happening. And I think I had good reason to believe such. GOD I love
my female intuition. We shoot back up the freeway, to the tune
of 30-ish miles, to a Mexican restaurant and lo and behold, who should be there,
or rather, lo and behold, who are we meeting there, no one other than his older
sister and her boyfriend. OK. Never been on a double date with a guy
and his sister before, but, seeing as they get along well enough to actually
hang out together like this, maybe things aren't so bad. But then
again..... Well, I decided I thought this was just a tad weird. I
remember that we ordered fajitas. Now, in 1985, fajitas were still a
relatively new phenom on the cuisine scene and to order them and have them
served at your table all sizzling and loud was a theatrical presentation in
which people would turn their heads and ooh and aah. I made a point to eat
LOTS of grilled onions. I think you can figure out why. When we
finished with dinner, we were outside and Rocky made a point to mention my
consumption of such, saying something along the lines of I would "not be
seeing any fireworks tonight." But then he still tried to kiss
me. He was actually coming on kind of strong, and I, uh, didn't feel
comfortable with this. Like I said, I could tell from the get go that the
chemistry was not there for me. We then went to his house, which was right
smack dab on the shores of Lake Conroe. And it was quite the
"crib" so to speak. It was a gorgeous huge house. I don't
remember the details, but do remember that it was simply lovely. His
father I seem to recall had an electric train on a track that was mounted on a
shelf going around the recreation room. That was cool. Oh yeah, his
sister and her boyfriend went back to the house with us. Well, at some
point we went out onto the balcony where a telescope stood so we could get a
good look at Halley's Comet which was in the vicinity at the time. That
was nice. The tail could be seen. At some point though, he wanted to
make out. I was not in the mood for this because, well, I just wasn't
attracted to him. I don't remember the extent of the kissing, but, I did
feel that my space was being invaded. I am quite sure that I told him at
some point that I didn't want to be kissing him, or something to that effect. We
went back inside and while he was off doing something, I pulled his sister aside
to let her know that he was coming on a little too strong, and it was making me
uncomfortable. I sat and talked with his parents for a while and he then
came in and pulled me aside, in kind of a huff I might add, and informed me that
we were leaving. We got out to the car and he started ripping me a new one
because his sister had told him what I had told her about my not wanting him
kissing on me and coming on so strong. She also added her own opinions as
to my mental stability and maturity for expressing my displeasure at his
advances, which he kindly reported back to me. I thought that was a nice
touch seeing as these comments were coming from a brother and sister who could
not go on dates without each other. He also added his own little comment
that I was just a "little girl." Well, I replied that "yes,
I was a girl, seeing as I was only 16." We shouted at each other the
whole drive back to my house, and honestly, it was all I could do to not laugh
in his face. Here is a guy, trying his best to rip me to shreds because he
couldn't stand it that I thought his actions were inappropriate and said
so. So, a car trip that would normally take 40-ish minutes to get me back
to my house took only about 20, and he was shifting into all kinds of gears he
should not have been shifting into. Come to think of it, the car was an
automatic and not a standard, so he was probably frying the hell out of his
transmission. We pulled up in front of my house, I let myself out of the
car, received a few more choice words from him which I am sure made me laugh,
and walked myself to the door. It was around 9:30. I had permission
that night to stay out til 11:00. I told my parents what happened and they
were none too glad that I was home as well. I don't think I ever saw him
again. To this day I laugh when I think about it. I am proud of
myself too for standing up for myself when I was in a situation in which I was
not comfortable. Song
Virus du Jour: "The Dog End of a Day Gone By" ~ Love and
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