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Without further ado, A Bad Case of the Dates's 1000th story:
Story Submitted by Ana:
I met Wendell on eHarmony. He lived in a city about a three-hour flight from me, but we decided to go ahead and get to know each other. Fairly quickly, it transitioned into a serious long-distance relationship. He visited me twice for extended stays, and for our third meeting, I flew out to visit him.
He picked me up at the airport and didn't seem at all glad to see me. His overall tone and lack of any affection (hug, etc.) stunned me silent. Don't forget, we had already spent in-person time on my home turf, so I had a baseline reading on him. I really didn't know what to do or say. We rode to his house with almost no conversation at all.
When we arrived, he suggested that we go for a walk at a nearby college campus quad. But he added, "Your outfits's frumpy, but I'm hungry, so let's just go." This was going south so quickly that I didn't know what to do, It wasn't just a date, but a serious relationship that I wasn't thinking of walking out on just because of an off day... yet.
For most of the walk, he was on the phone with another woman. It wasn't even anything urgent, just general chit-chat for the entire duration. Anyway, we ate, returned home, and went to bed.
When I woke in the morning, I found him on his computer, signed into the instant chat feature of another dating site. I went back to the bedroom, packed up my suitcase, returned and said, "Take me to the airport." He didn't argue, then drove me to the airport and left.
As I had paid for a longer stay, I decided to get a nearby hotel and try to enjoy what was left of my trip. It didn't hurt that Hector, another guy I had formerly dated long-distance (and on whom I still crushed), also lived nearby. I called him up.
Hector seemed genuinely happy to hear from me. He picked me up at the airport and insisted that I stay at his place for the duration of my trip. For my wounded ego, this was exactly the sort of suggestion I needed.
We had a good night together with some of his friends, and although nothing happened between the two of us that night, I was certain that I had made the right decision.
The next morning, I woke up first and found that he was out of cigarettes. I walked to a convenience store and got him a carton. When I got back, he was furious. "Why the fuck did you buy me these? You think I can't afford them on my own? I don't need goddamn charity!"
I said, "I just did it to be nice." He finally calmed down, offered me cash to pay me back, and I accepted it with thanks.
This was to be my last day in the city, and on our way to the airport, I made the mistake of offering to pay for gas for the trip. He fumed, "Again with the fucking charity! You think I can't afford my own gas?"
The stress of the trip finally took its toll and I sobbed my eyes out. He apologized profusely, but the day was ruined and I just wanted to go home. He dropped me at the airport, and we never really got close again. Needless to say, I never communicated again with Wendell.