Dating Disasters: ‘I've never seen anyone drink so much’

In Dating Disasters vertellen anonieme lezers over hun gênantste, meest tenenkrommende en dramatische dates. Deze week: Sloppy Sjoerd.

I know it's not very smart to meet someone at home on a first date. Still, I had little choice. We were in the middle of a lockdown, it was the dead of winter, and my days of sitting on an ice-cold bench in an empty park with a date were long gone. So, against my better judgment, I decided to meet at my date's home.

His name was Sjoerd. A handsome, tall, and funny guy who, even though I had never seen him in my life, lived close by. Armed with a bottle of wine to calm my nerves, I rang his doorbell. Unfortunately, the first disappointment happened immediately: he looked nothing like his photos. I could tell it was him, but all the pictures on his profile were taken in perfect light and in the right pose, and with a bit of clever photoshopping, they had been enhanced, that much was clear.

Still, we had had nice contact in the days before, and I often laughed at him, so I didn't let it get to me right away. I suggested we open the bottle of wine, but Sjoerd preferred to make cocktails first. Well, you don't have to ask me twice. Bring it on, I thought. He opened a cabinet, and for a moment I felt like I was in the middle of a Gall & Gall. This man had an incredible amount of alcohol in his house.

He probably had built up quite a tolerance due to this amount of alcohol, because his cocktails turned out to be incredibly strong. Now, during the lockdown, we all liked to pour an extra shot into our drinks, but I felt like I was almost floating off to another planet, his homemade cocktail was that strong. He didn't seem to have any problems with it. While I struggled to finish my glass, he poured one glass after another down his throat. I've never seen anyone drink so much.

Not long after, the real trouble began. He became increasingly difficult to understand, and while I was looking for an excuse to leave, he jumped up and ran to the sink where he vomited all over the place. As if I wasn't even there, he indicated that he was going to lie down on the bed and asked if I could come check on him later to see if he was okay. Now that I'm telling this, I really don't understand why I did that, but I didn't want anything to happen to him because I left. Of course, he fell asleep like a log in no time, I turned him on his side and left.

On my way home, I blocked his number and thank god I never saw him again. By the way, he never made any effort to reach out in any way. Maybe he's too ashamed or he just got so drunk that he pushed my presence out of his mind. If you were to ask me honestly, I think he genuinely doesn't remember what happened that night. Something I, given the cringeworthy flashbacks to that evening, am incredibly jealous of.

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