7/21/2012

And Thus a Lonely Tent Was Pitched

Story Sent in by Pearla:

When Albert asked me out for our first date, he said, "I know a great spot just outside of town. Want to go camping?"

I replied, "Not on a first date."

He laughed it off, then suggested a meal, instead. That was more my speed, at least for a first meeting.

At dinner, he said, "I have a great idea for something we can do after dinner."

"What's that?"

"I know a great spot just outside of town. Want to go camping?"

"No thanks. Maybe a movie? Or a concert?"

He put his hand to his chin. "Nah, I was thinking, maybe camping. There's a great spot, just outside of town."

I laughed. "I'm not going camping."

"Oh, you're going camping."

"I don't think so."

"If you don't come camping with me, then I'll take someone else. I could ask any girl in this whole stupid city to go camping with me and she'd do it."

I pointed to two women, talking together at the bar. "Ask them."

He stood, strode to them, and said to them, "I know a great spot just outside of town. Want to go camping?"

They looked at each other and laughed at him. He smiled and nodded at them, then returned to me at the table. He said, "They're going camping with me."

I replied, "That's not what it looks like."

He turned to them and called out, "I'll meet you outside. We'll... we'll all go camping..."

He left the restaurant, without even paying the check. I ran after him and caught up with him outside. "Are you just going to leave me with the check?"

He said, "Are you going camping with me?"

I replied, "Let's split the check, then we can go."

We went back inside, split the check, and then left together. Those two girls at the bar watched us the entire time, probably wondering more about why I was hanging around with a guy like that, than about him.

We left the restaurant together, I asked him for the name of the place for my GPS. He gave it to me and said, "I'll drive behind you. To make sure you get there."

I replied, "Then let me follow you. If it's a place you've been to a lot, then I'd trust you sooner than my GPS."

He went for it, and on the way to the park, I ditched him. The requisite phone calls and emails arrived from him, but I was pleased with myself for having dodged a ridiculous bullet.

7 comments:

  1. Ah, the old "if I repeat my idea enough she'll eventually go for it" trick.

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  2. The OP was a little silly in pretending to follow the guy though. Unless he was threatening (which could theoretically be dealt with since they were meeting in a public place)... why didn't she just put money on the table and leave ?

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  3. Honestly serial killers nowadays, no effort at all. Where are the days of carefully observing and stalking your victims, getting to know them, lulling them into a false sense of security over an extended period , where's the build? Nowadays it is just "Hey, I know a spot just out of town". It really is just so sad.

    But seriously anyone who goes into kind of a hissy fit over not getting their way is not worth dating.

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  4. Lady did dodge a bullet. Way to go, OP

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  5. a ridiculous bullet indeed.

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  6. Don't be silly, this guy seems legit.

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  7. Seriously? There are this many guys want to go camping on a first date? This is like,what? The tenth story on here about it?

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