In my opinion, first dates are always the most awkward. Granted I’m naturally an awkward person because for one I always overthink everything. Sometimes, I wish I could just meet a nice guy and then somehow fast forward all of the getting to know you stages, and then automatically be comfortable.
However, I know that is not possible, but just wishful thinking. Last Saturday I met up for drinks with a cute guy that I met on the train earlier that week. Throughout the week leading up to the date we chatted frequently, and even talked on the phone twice.
I was actually looking forward to Saturdays date, because I already felt somewhat comfortable around him. When Saturday rolled around, I spent all evening looking for something to wear, and then spent like 2 hours on my hair and makeup!
I figured if I looked flawless then that was one way to combat the awkwardness. We had plans to meet at 8pm, and when I didn’t hear anything from him by 7:15, I texted him. He replied and said that he was probably going to be a bit late, because he left the house late.
I live in NYC, so I understand how unreliable trains and traffic can be, but at the same time, if you know that you have plans with someone way in advance, you should plan accordingly. So, that was a bit of a strike for me, and I simply replied with okay, and then did the finishing touches on my makeup, and left the house.
I got to the restaurant on time, so I went straight to the bar to wait for him. I assumed that he would only be a few minutes late, but a few minutes turned into 20. By the time he got there I was more than annoyed. I hate when people are late- especially on dates.
It shows that you don’t care about the other person’s time. Not to mention, he didn’t even apologize for being late when he finally did arrive! By that point, I was already counting down the minutes until I would hit him with the “well thanks for meeting me, but I gotta get going” line.
We both ordered drinks, and I think he could tell I was annoyed, because I was being really short. Also, he was talking a lot about himself, and wasn’t really asking me anything about me, strike 2. By the end of my first drink it was clear that this guy wasn’t going to get a second date, and was barely making it through the first one.
I hit him with the line, and then he got the point, and probably knew it was a lie, but he motioned for the waitress, and requested the check. When the waitress came back with the check, he didn’t move or reach into his pocket for his wallet.
I thought that was a bit odd, but the waitress even came back to get the bill, and that’s when he looked at me and said do I want to split it? I couldn’t believe him! Like that was the final straw. I told him that I didn’t bring my wallet, and had left it in my other bag, which we both knew was a lie, and he ended up footing the bill.
How could you invite someone out on a date, be late, and then expect them to pay? Needless to say, I blocked his number, and then deleted it right after. Have you guys ever had a guy ask you to go dutch?