Dates fall into categories when we are looking back on them.
Even if it’s looking back while chatting up your girl friends on the phone while driving back from an adorable first date in the middle of the afternoon.
The lookback period isn’t really important. It’s the feelings you associate with the experience when reflecting. There’s the ooey-gooey head over heels we talked for six hours straight giddiness of an amazing date. There’s the permasmile etched onto your face after a good date. And, of course, there’s the overwhelming desire to steel wool the memories from your mind after a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad date.
I had one such date a few years ago. We had been dating for a few weeks, and I thought he was pretty swell. An artist who also worked for a medical company, he made me laugh and I looked forward to every date we had.
One spring night after we walked along the Eastern Promenade by his apartment we found a little park bench away from the open expanse of the parks and curled up to talk, snuggle and probably make out a little.
In my mind I was sitting there thinking that this is a pretty awesome
date. Talking and laughing and looking out over the city, it was the kind
of thing you see in Hollywood movies.
But after about 20 minutes he got really weird, jumped up and stated he HAD to go home. Bewildered, I stood up and walked back to my car in a fog. I don’t even remember if he kissed me good night, I just got in and drove home. Left to wonder what I did. What I said. What happened to make him run away from me so immediately.
The next day he called me, and I was hesitant to hear what had happened.
I should have gone with that instinct.
In an all too sane voice he informed me that that he was freaking out a little bit because there were a lot of mosquitos out the night before. And they were apparently feeding on his delicate form. But it wasn’t so much the bug bites that were bothering him.
He was convinced that he was putting himself at a high risk to contract WEST NILE VIRUS.
No, folks, I couldn’t make that up if I tried!
To make matters “better” he was much calmer now that he had talked to his MOTHER for an hour and she had convinced him that he would be ok.
I met him later that night to tell him I didn’t think we should see each other any longer. He agreed.
I wasn’t sympathetic enough to his plight.
What is the worst date you’ve ever had? Ever had one go from good to bad in the blink of an eye?
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