I had my worst not too long ago. It's only one of a very very few times I've ended a date early.From what I read about me here, u sure that wasn't me????
He asked me to pick the restaurant, so I chose one of my favorites -- a place I go fairly often. He proceeded to drink the equivalent of a bottle of wine in about an hour and was rude to every staff member who walked by. In between, he interrogated me with questions about my personal life ("Are you married? Where do you work? How is your relationship with your parents?") and beliefs ("Do you believe in God? Did you vote for [politician]?").
It was mortifying. When I explained to him that I appreciated that he wanted to get to know me, I was uncomfortable discussing such things, and that the sommelier wasn't our waiter, he launched into a furious/crazy monologue about how he was a Really Nice Guy and didn't mean to make me mad and didn't all his references say what a Really Nice Guy he was and look at this text from this other lady in Dallas who he'd seen the night before she liked him a lot and he'd worked in a restaurant before so he knew how things worked and what was wrong with my relationship with my parents that I didn't want to talk about it?
Cah-raaaaazy. I could not get out of there fast enough. Originally Posted by Carrie Hillcrest
I had my worst not too long ago. It's only one of a very very few times I've ended a date early.
He asked me to pick the restaurant, so I chose one of my favorites -- a place I go fairly often. He proceeded to drink the equivalent of a bottle of wine in about an hour and was rude to every staff member who walked by. In between, he interrogated me with questions about my personal life ("Are you married? Where do you work? How is your relationship with your parents?") and beliefs ("Do you believe in God? Did you vote for [politician]?").
It was mortifying. When I explained to him that I appreciated that he wanted to get to know me, I was uncomfortable discussing such things, and that the sommelier wasn't our waiter, he launched into a furious/crazy monologue about how he was a Really Nice Guy and didn't mean to make me mad and didn't all his references say what a Really Nice Guy he was and look at this text from this other lady in Dallas who he'd seen the night before she liked him a lot and he'd worked in a restaurant before so he knew how things worked and what was wrong with my relationship with my parents that I didn't want to talk about it?
Cah-raaaaazy. I could not get out of there fast enough. Originally Posted by Carrie Hillcrest