Saturday, May 25, 2013
I went on my first actual date for the first time in many, many years.
Ummmm... I went from bad to worse really quickly.
I drive over 40 miles to his side of town...
He got stranded by his friends.
I end up having to play taxi, pick him up and take him to his house.
At his house, he showers and changes clothes.
My gps starts acting up and giving us the wrong directions to the karaoke bar.
We finally make it to the karaoke bar...
He orders a shot of Jack (Daniels) and a tanker of beer.
I order a regular coke. (I don't drink and drive, ever! Especially 40 miles out on the bad side of town...)
Come to find out, he has no money to pay for the drinks...
I, woman up and pay for the drinks with what little money I actually had for gas. (Sucker is apparently tattooed across my forehead...)
The karaoke bar is a bust.
It's a bunch of raggedy people belting out Michael Jackson songs and Alanis Moresette songs...
It was painfully obviously we don't belong in this place.
I finish and suggest payback at a different bar.
We got to my favorite place (a Gay Bar) named JR's Bar and Grill.
He is feeling out of place and a little wigged out by the amount of attention he gets from some of the guys.
One guy in particular asks him for a 'favor'...
My date smiles, declines the offer and ask me if we can leave now.
I have to drive him back to his house.
We chat for a few and I decide it's getting really late.
He tries to kiss me, but I'm not feeling it...
I end up getting lost to gps, but eventually find my way home...
I finally get home... at 5:36am.
My sis wakes to the dogs barking at my arrival.
At 6am my sis askes if I got enough sleep, cause we have to go to my nephew's graduation ceremony in downtown Houston. (Where I just left!!!)
I decline and get a few hours of shut eye and make it to the reception on time.
I don't think I'll be going back out on a date for a little bit. I actually enjoy my freedom of being single. Maybe in a few weeks, I'll try again...