Saturday, 07 July 2012
There are some things you just shouldn't do on a first date. The classic dating faux-pas include talking about marriage, chewing with your mouth open, etc., little things like that.
No one ever sits you down and tells you "You shouldn't yell at him for his bad driving and consequently have a panic attack and hysterically cry while he fills up the gas tank." Yeah. Never read that on a dating tips website. Nope. Didn't.
Let's set the scene, shall we?
It was my first date with my last longish-term significant other (5 mo. from beginning to horrible end. You'd think with a start like this I would have seen that coming, but no, I thought we could "work it out") and he drove (I don't have a license). Now earlier that year I had been in a car "kerfuffle" if you will. Not a full-on accident (no one was hurt), but scary and traumatic enough that I sill have trouble sitting in the back seat (control issues, man, got to love them). But, yeah. I had been in this accident recently enough that I was nervous about him driving, as I had no previous car experience with him and didn't know if he was a good driver or not.
Turns out "not" was the answer, because not twenty minutes into our drive we had to stop for gas* and he pulled across two lanes if traffic with cars coming towards us at a rate that was way to fast for my comfort. Long story short, I screamed, as I was terrified, he pulled into a parking spot and gave me a lecture on how wrong I was**, proceeded to obtain gas, and I had a mini-nervous breakdown which included a panic attack and crying a lot while he was out of the car.
After that it was a mildly pleasant evening filled with food, fun, and an Eddie Murphy movie.
*Isn't this something you're supposed to do before the date? Am I wrong here? I didn't think people got gas while someone they were tying to impress/get to go out with them a second time was in the car. Tip: get gas beforehand. Avoid this situation at all costs.
**Now I know what you're thinking. "And you stayed with this douchebag for five months after these horrific shenanigans?" Why yes, yes I did. And now we all comprehend that I have really bad taste in relationships.
Any dating horror stories? Leave them in comments!