I’m so glad you asked.
I was asked out by a guy named Billy, a friend of a friend who had met me at a party. I don’t remember meeting him. It was, basically, a fix-up.
He came to the door, said hello to my roommate and we walked to his car. When he opened the car door for me, a bunch of empty fast food containers, cups and plastic bottles fell out. He threw the remaining ones on the passenger seat into the back seat. It did not smell good in that car.
Normally, the ride to the movie theater would be a good time to talk and get to know each other better. Nope. Billy blasted country music the entire 29 minutes. I did not enjoy country music.
We were planning on seeing Jurassic Park. It was sold out. Billy decided My Life was a good alternative, even though I’d suggested we just go somewhere to grab a bite and talk. If you’ve ever seen My Life, it stars Nicole Kidman and Michael Keaton and is about a man making videos for unborn son to watch after he inevitably dies from cancer. A real “feel good movie.” (Note the sarcasm.)
Billy had purchased popcorn and a drink, but had not offered to share or purchase me anything. I bought myself a bottle of water. Billy spilled his drink on me during the movie. He did not offer to help me clean up the mess and “shushed” me when I returned and asked what I had missed. I watched the rest of the movie sitting in wet jeans.
After the movie, which is guaranteed to make you sob uncontrollably, we returned to Billy’s grease-scented car, and blasted country music back to my apartment, where he dropped me off, in the dark, not walking me up to my apartment, and left.
I found out from our mutual friend Billy thought the date was awesome and he was going to ask me on a second one.
Guess what I said?
I also accused my friend of pranking me. Unfortunately, he hadn’t.