A Good Date and a Bad Date

Happy Monday!  Are you ready for another installment of Not Another Bad Date and The Road to Finding Love?  I'm loving this series and I'm glad you all are too!  It's nice to start the week off with a good laugh and a smile!
{The following stories will not reveal the writer's name and will be kept anonymous.}
After some very awkward teenage years, I went a little overboard with my dating when I hit the first couple years of my 20s. I was that girl juggling a few guys at a time...none of it was serious and I was honest about not dating exclusively but it got real messy real fast. 

There was one particularly bad night where I got myself into quite a pickle. It was my birthday weekend and I had invited the Midwestern Charmer to stop by my favorite bar. After meeting on Valentine’s Day (cliche I know) we’d been talking for about 2 months but his military career meant we didn’t see each other very often. Well, Midwestern Charmer canceled last minute and I definitely did not want to be alone on my birthday. When we got to the bar I struck up conversation with the Middle School Teacher. He was unbelievably sweet and we had a ton of things in common. I was looking forward to seeing him again when the Midwestern Charmer walked into the bar. Apparently, he had wanted to surprise me. The girls and I went into total CODE RED mode and I was very lucky to have them there! I left my roommate to distract the Middle School Teacher while I ushered the Midwestern Charmer to the second floor of the bar. I the spent the night running up and down the stairs trying to entertain both while the girls covered the distracting when I was gone. It was a miracle I didn’t get caught! 

Eventually, the Middle School Teacher went home and the Midwestern Charmer came back to my apartment. While I generally have a rule about not getting physical with anyone unless we’re dating exclusively, I decided to make an exception for Midwestern Charmer. I thought things could be heading that way and he had made the effort to surprise me on my birthday. BIG MISTAKE. Let’s just say he’d had a few too many drinks and things weren’t quite working like they were supposed to. Instead of shrugging it off he yelled “I FAILED!!!!!!!”. When I told him it was alright he repeated, “I FAILED! Don’t touch me. I don’t deserve it. I FAILED!”. Things continued to get worse when he began sleep talking about his hatred of Hillary Clinton...who does that!? I was so creeped out that things definitely did not work out with him.



Once upon a time… in a land far, far away. Okay, just kidding. Not far away but closer than you think. Somewhere in the Deep South where the peaches are sweet and the men they raise even sweeter.

My college boyfriend was the ultimate romantic, and I, not so much. I was ‘too cool’ and thought most of it was super cheesy until this night. It all started when I got picked up my a handsome man in a fancy car (he borrowed Grandma’s Mercedes AMG). Instantly, my mind was thinking ‘what is a country boy doing driving Grandma’s fancied up car on a date to a local bbq joint! But, whatever.'

So we are on our way to get our selves some pulled pork sandwiches and a large helping of coleslaw when he says, hold on I gotta get my paycheck from work. See in small towns like mine, many of the ‘bars/clubs’ are in.. gasp.. hotels! He worked as a bouncer at the bar a few nights a week so I sighed deeply and said ‘fine.’ We got there and asked if I was coming in. I said ‘um, no’ with a little tude because ‘how dare he not do this BEFORE our date! What next, the bank!?’ he said, it may take a bit to track down boss man so if you come look too we can get done fast. I’m thinking ‘ugh’ and get out of the car.

As we walk past reception, into the doors one of the conference/ball rooms, the lights are off and it is DARK. And then the lights, rather, Christmas lights, came on. In the middle of the room was a single table covered in rose petals and giant flower arrangement, and than the music played. My favorite Frank Sinatra song. A man in a tall white hat come out with a round of appetizers and then I knew, my date wasn’t at the smoke filled bbq joint, he had set all this up for me. After a few delicious courses from our personal chef, we got up and danced around the room in the twinkling Christmas lights.

I’d like to say “and then he got down on one knee” but he didn’t. It was just a special ‘thank you’ for being me. WOW. What a GOOD date!

Don't you just love sleep talkers?  I always love hearing what they're going to say!

And how about that for a romantic date? ... So sweet!

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