A while back, my best friend called and wanted me to meet a friend of hers that had just moved near me. We discussed it for a while and then I decided that I'd meet the guy but only if I could talk to him first. I'm not a blind date kind of person, so surprises in that area don't do much for me. She agreed, but the way she and her co-workers described him made him sound just a bit too good to be true.
I got a call on the cell not long after that and "Eric" and I talked for a while on the phone. He was very articulate, intelligent, and funny. We called back and forth like this for a few days, and he emailed me a pic of him, and I reciprocated. He was right up my alley, and apparently I was right up his alley as well (no innuendo intended) so we decided to meet for dinner.
This dinner date wasn't going to be anything spectacular, just dinner that's it. We agreed to meet at 7pm at a T.G.I. Friday's.
On the date night, I got there a bit early to get our name on the wait list and was seated before he arrived. He told me the make and model of his car so that I'd know he'd gotten there. A little after 7, I saw him pull into the parking lot (at about 60 mph) and sling into a parking space. When he emerged from his car, he was staggering all over the place. Drunk off his ass. Mind, he'd driven about 80 miles for this date, in a car, down the interstate and through heavy traffic just to be at the date.
When he sat down at the table, the smell of alcohol on him was unreal. The waiter arrived, and "Eric" was so drunk you couldn't understand his extremely slurred speech well enough to guess what he wanted. I ordered a large basket of fries and several glasses of tea for him, and then took his keys and made sure the manager had them.
After 6 or 7 glasses of tea, "Eric" managed to sober up enough to garble something about his brother's birthday, and how he'd forgotten that our date was tonight. I didn't really pay any attention, and not long after, he passed out AT THE TABLE. I paid the bill, and left enough money with the restaurant manager (a friend of mine) to get him a room at the hotel next door.
The next morning, my cell rang and "Eric" was apologizing all over himself for his behavior. He asked repeatedly if he could make it up to me. I didn't say anything - just simply hung up the phone.
First date in over a year, and that's what I get. Oh well, at least I didn't have to drive his drunk ass home.
dude, you shouldn't have bothered to leave money for a hotel room for this chump.
Well, it was either that or he was going to have to drive home. I figured $40 isn't that bad to taking someone's life in a wreck.
OMG. Sorry to hear that. Unbelievable (but I believe u).
Oh my, I just had a flashback. I've been on a very similar date once. YUCK! Poor thing :-)