Dating Disasters: ‘I stared at my phone in disbelief for a while: was this chick serious?’
In Dating Disasters vertellen anonieme lezers over hun gênantste, meest tenenkrommende en dramatische dates. De mannen zijn los, want deze week is er wéér een man aan het woord: thank you and goodbye forever.
I usually don't take long to realize whether I find a date worth repeating or not. This was also the case on my date with Lieke. I met her on a dating app and we quickly decided to have a drink in my city. She took the train to me, so she could also have a drink, she said.
Our date started off quite pleasant, but I immediately felt that there was no spark and that I had little interest in a follow-up date. That was quite different for her, she didn't even have to say it. Besides the fact that she almost literally drank me under the table (which I found quite unattractive in itself), she also had trouble keeping her hands off me. In the few hours we sat there, she kept stroking my arm and leg, while I gave her absolutely no reason to do so.
When she was so drunk around half past eleven that she thought it was a good idea to shamelessly pinch my nipples (I'm not making this up), I decided I had enough and asked her what time her train was. She looked at me disappointed and said that there was only one train left that she didn't necessarily have to catch if I felt the same way. No way, I thought, you're just going home. I've never paid a bill so quickly and offered to help her put on her coat. Anything to get this woman home as quickly as possible.
Where I thought I had rejected her advances subtly enough, it turned out I might have been a bit too subtle. The way to the station was one big joke where my date did everything to miss her train. It started with her ‘forgetting’ her scarf, which I had to run back to grab since that train was about to leave. Then she had to tie her shoelaces about every twenty meters. Again: I'm not making this up. It happened so often that in my moment of discomfort, I was willing to spend all my money on a pair of Velcro shoes for that girl.
I literally had to drag her to the station, but miraculously we made it. I almost pushed her onto the train and we said goodbye. Thank you and goodbye forever, I thought. By the way, I didn't have much time to think, her train hadn't even left or she was already texting: ‘I parked my car at the station in my city, now I have to drive home. I'm way too drunk for that so I really should have just stayed over. Besides, I really want you so much.’ I stared at my phone in disbelief for a while: was this chick serious?
Of course, I did ask if she got home safely, but after that, I made it a point to avoid this woman at all costs. She felt exactly the same way, by the way. I saw her one more time at a party where she didn't know how quickly to get away when she saw me. I can't blame her, she will (hopefully) be ashamed of her behavior. Anyway, what can I say? The hangover always comes later.
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