Submitted by Rory:
At a college study break that had degenerated into a drunken party, I met Kim, a petite blonde. We talked for a while, kissed a fair amount, and I somehow had the presence of mind to ask her for her number.
I called her a few days later and asked her out. All went according to plan, just the way I like it.
On our date, I couldn't help but notice that she wore no bra under a tight top. I like that, too.
What I didn't like started just after the waitress took our drink orders.
"You were checking her out," Kim accused.
It was difficult, if not impossible for me to check out anything that night other than the bra-less girl sitting across the table from me. I said, "No, I didn't," and it was the truth.
"Don't lie to me," Kim continued, "Don't forget who you're here with."
I remembered how nice it was the last time we had seen each other, when there was a bit less talking and a bit more fooling around. Ah, nostalgia.
The waitress came back with our drinks, and we ordered our food.
After she left, Kim said, "You did it again."
I said, "I just looked at her when I ordered. I'm allowed to look at a waitress when I order my dinner, aren't I?"
"There's a difference between 'looking' and 'checking out.' You were checking her out."
I asked Kim to show me the difference between the two. She said, "This is looking," and then glanced up and down quickly, as if the waitress was still there. Then, she said, "This is checking her out," and then stared upwards, mouth agape.
"I didn't do that. I just looked at her."
Then, Kim said, "Whatever. Like she'd ever sleep with you. Like anyone would."
Ouch, Kim! That wasn't very nice. I said, "Wow."
She asked, "What?"
And I said, "You're a real bitch. Someone shit in your cereal?"
She made a hilarious face that looked like the mating of a raisin and a beaver. She stood up, tried to shove the table at me (it was bolted down) and stormed off.
Both dinners came, and I had them wrapped up for myself to go. Nothing wrong with having dinner for a couple of nights.
She called and texted me like the end of the world was going down, but I didn't acknowledge a single one of her messages.
Pic of the face?
ReplyDeleteWhat is with these psycho girls who act this way then expect the guys to call them back or rather crawl back to them.
ReplyDeleteOP thank you for saying what she was a "real bitch" she probably thought not wearing a bra would excuse her from being a total douche bag.
I know that chick..!
ReplyDeleteGood for you. I cannot stand people who dole out verbal abuse because they can't deal with their own insecurities.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part is that she tried to shove the bolted down table at you. That must have pissed her off extra.
ReplyDeleteHaving your cereal shat in is no joke, people.
ReplyDeleteWow, she sounds like a female version of my ex. "I saw the way you were looking at him!" "It's okay, nobody would ever want you anyway." Then they expect you to worship the ground they walk on? Yeah, right.
ReplyDeleteYou looked at the waitress for more than 1/100th of a second? Well, obviously that means you wanted to fuck her!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, these jealous, possessive people make me want to rip my hair out. Especially since it was only your first date (making out while wasted at some party doesn't count).