Last weekend I got tricked into a date. Yes, tricked. It started out as a study session (which I actually really needed) but within ten minutes this ya-hoo was offering to give me the answers so we could “go do something fun”.
Seven and a half hours later, after receiving many compliments at awkward times (no need to give details here) I got dropped off feeling completely looked over.
The following Monday in grammar I pulled the “wave, smile, and run out the door” tactic and seemed to avoid him while still appearing cordial. Wednesday I rejected an offer to “study”. After class on Friday I had to ask the teacher a question. Stupid. He trapped me. I told him I already had plans for the weekend but that we could maybe study next week. He walked out the door and said, “See you later, April!” I decided he was talking to someone else. I got a voicemail later that day asking for “reservations for next weekend”.
I saw our friend Saturday night. When I walked past him he said, “Hey what’s up April?”
I literally just stared at him with a blank face for a few awkward seconds and asked him to repeat what he had just said, just to give him the benefit of the doubt. Nope. He most definitely thinks my name is April. He spent seven and a half hours with me and asked me on a second date…and doesn’t know my name.
It reminded me of that episode of Seinfeld where Jerry can’t remember his girlfriend’s name. She dumped him.
Needless to say…no second date with April. Or Ande.
6 comments:
In the words of your dad (complete with elipses)".....i didn't raise no dummy......."
I'm glad you at least could find a blog post in it.
Oh Ande... Hang in there... prince charming is around the corner and he will know your name *lol*
Hahahahahahaa!!!!! Oh that is hilarious!!! I love it. That's the best date story I've heard in awhile. Oh man. That's awesome. Sorry girl. I love you though AND I know your name!
Ray and I have been laughing about his awkward compliments. Ray's even tried a few of them out. They worked much better for him, than they did for Ya-Hoo. What a dork. I hope you corrected him on your name.
Cali
SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS?!?!?! No thank you April! Oh... I mean... Ande...
I always get Jessica for some reason... do I look like a Jessica? Do the names Lindsey and Jessica sound exactly the same in one's head? Its so hard to say. I'm glad you just stared at him. People that take you on that long of a date and can't get your name right deserve the thumbs down.
Oh Ande, this has me worried. It sounds too much like one of those stories you tell your grandkids about how grandpa didn't even remember your name after an epich first date. And he so doesn't sound worthy. Hold your position, Ande--he'll still be a Ya-Hoo even if he turns on the charm later. Be strong, girl! Then you can tell your grandkids about the dork that tried to date you right before their grandfather swept you off your feet . . .
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