Ok, since I have only been asked out on three real dates, and all the high school dance dates weren't that bad I am going to go with the one time I was asked out on what I thought was a date, that turned out completely different.
The Invite: I had just gotten back from 5 months in Russia and hadn't really talked to anyone yet. I got a phone call from some guy I used to work with. He asked me if I wanted to go with him to this thing he and his friends were going to. I said sure and he told me when he was going to pick me up. He came and got me with one of his friends and we started the drive to Salt Lake.
The Surprise: About halfway there he informs me that he didn't completely tell me the truth. He proceeds to tell me that he has been going to this rehab thing for depression and drugs and he was having his graduation for it. They were asked to bring some people they thought this program would help and he thought of me. He said he didn't think I would have come if he had told me what it really was. Personally, I didn't think I needed rehab, and as far as I know Mom wasn't involved in the little plan to get me there.
The Ambush: Before we got to the place we stopped by this other guys house that they had talked to his mom about bringing, but nobody had told him about it. So the three of us go in there to convince him to loose the weed and come with us to start this program. Talk about uncomfortable. I know these things help, but the whole time we are sitting there I kept thinking, "Dude, I totally know how ambushed you feel at the moment. I wouldn't go if they had done this to me." And then the mom turns to me and said, as a girl, don't I have something to say that will encourage him to come? That made things make a little more sense. He had a guy with him, he needed a girl too. I don't know what I said; I'm sure I mumbled somethings. Boy was I glad to leave that house though.
The Event: So we show up and they immediately separate us into the newcomers and the "graduates." As it so happened the only two people I knew there were the ones I came with and they were both graduates, so I got thrown into this room of a hundred people I don't know. Now if you know much about me, I don't like going to places by myself, especially if there are people there. I won't even go get fast food unless Jared comes and because I don't like talking to people to take my order. So this is not my ideal scenario. So for the next hour we go through bonding experiences with these strangers. "Find a partner that you have never met and sit facing each other. Now I want you to share a difficult experience from you childhood and tell them how that made you feel. You need to talk, just don't stop, for 5 minutes and then we will switch." Yeah, I don't do that. Everybody there was so open and touchy feelly. Really not the place for me. I figured I am never going to see these people again so I just made things up the whole night. After the heartfelt exchange, there was a half hour of testimonies of people who have really benefited from this place and then the graduates walked across the front and everyone clapped and it ended.
Afterwards: The guy who asked me out looked so worried after, like at any moment I was going to start yelling at him. I was very polite the whole way home, got out of his car, and never heard from him again.
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I don't know. That's pretty bad. you should have looked at him and said "Well, if that doesn't drive you to drink, what will? Ugh, I need a smoke." LOL
I have never heard that story! That is horrible. What a fun post, I think I will do it too.
OKAY Jared, where's yours?
Someone told me about their nephew.
He was on this date up the canyon on the train. Then he had an accident. Apparently, there was no immodium around. So he got off the train and bought a jogging suit, then accidentally threw the pants out, thinking they were the shirt. So he put the shirt on his legs, got on the Provo river trail, and walked home, leaving his poor date on the train in the canyon wondering what happened to her date that had gotten up to go potty.
That's horrible.
lol
LOL That's awesomely bad. My mom's friend went skiing in Colorado on her honeymoon, and had to pee. She left her new hubby to wait for her a short distance away. She pulled her pants down to her ankles and leaned against a tree. But it being her first time skiing and being a hick from Kansas, she'd leaned on the wrong side of the tree and mooned the whole slope and a ton of people all the way down the mountain. LOL
I always knew you were an addict. I just didn't know it was that serious. You know, on my honeymoon (and this isn't my worst date) Erik and I got food poisening and spent turns in a bathroom that ventilated into the bedroom. Last year I was pregnant and while being "with" him I threw up. I guess since we are still together it shows he must love me.
lol, eww
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