Submitted by Veronica:
Tim and I had been dating for over two years when this epic date occurred. I naively told him that for my birthday, I wanted him to take me on a date. The plan was simple: the standard dinner-and-a-movie evening. He would pick the dinner, I would pick the movie, but the evening was supposed to be about me.
He took me to a sushi restaurant and we got a cocktail as we waited for our dinner. He recognized someone through the window, going by on the street, and started talking shop with them for about a half hour, never once introducing me.
After his friend left us and we completed our dinner, the check came and he asked me for some money to cover the bill. Suppressing the rage that threatened to spill over, I forked over the cash. Determined to enjoy my "birthday date," I tried to shake it off and looked forward to the movie.
Once at the theater, I made him pay for both tickets. We took our seats and waited for the movie to begin. As we sat there, he complained about the size of the screen, the people in front of us, the sound quality, the smell of the theater, etc.
After about 10 minutes of this tirade, he turned to me and said that we should get his money back and leave. Now I was pissed. There was no way I was going to enjoy any movie and the night was turning out to be a disaster.
We walked out of the theater and he grabbed my hand. "It's a lovely night, why don't we just walk a bit," he said. I agreed and we did some window shopping.
We stepped into a shoe store and browsed. Next thing I knew, he bought a pair of shoes. Luckily, he had cash from my share of dinner and the movie we left! At this point, I was finished with the saddest excuse for a date ever and asked him to take me home.
We then embarked on a 30-minute hunt for the car because he couldn't remember where he parked. By the time we spotted the car, my feet hurt, I was utterly disappointed, and I wanted to go home. He quickened his pace and ran up ahead of me. My heart leaped as I thought that he was going to try for one last-ditch date gesture. He was going to open my door for me, like a gentleman. Hooray! I quickly forgave the entire evening based on this one little gesture.
As he reached the car, he opened the trunk, lovingly put down his newly-purchased shoes, then got in the car. I got to the passenger side door and struggled with the handle.
He had forgotten to unlock it.
Submitted by Veronica: