Didn’t believe it could happen to me but it did. I met one of those guys who take you to MacDonald’s for a first date.
I met him last week after a class and he seemed nice enough. He is a science major. He asked for my phone number but I did not give it to him at first because I was just not in the mood for any more man.
However he looked better to me the night after when my girlfriends and I bumped into him at a party. He really got me laughing when he spent the longest time trying to guess my phone number. I found out his name was Paul and that he was studying to be a doctor. After he charmed me for about a half an hour I agreed to go out with him the next night. He said he wanted to take me to “dinner” and to consider it a date.
So I was pretty happy when he when pulled up the next day in his car. I had gotten all dressed up in this nice eighties retro plum colored dress and black high heels. He looked a little casual but I had no idea that he was thinking of taking me to MacDonald’s for dinner.
Even when he told me we were going to MacDonald’s I started laughing because I thought he was joking. Even when we pulled into the parking lot I still thought he was pulling my leg. Then I realized when he parked the car that this really was his idea of the dinner date and that it was not some kind of quick snack beforehand. This was the whole deal.
He did seem a little sheepish as we sat at our little plastic tables. It might have been because I was so overdressed. Also he was not as witty as the night before. It occurred to me quite quickly that this was one of these guys that can’t come out of their shell unless they are drunk.
After our meal of “two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun was over he suggested we go to a bar. We ended up in this seedy student pub by the campus where I got to watch him play pool. Yep he was one of those guys too – the kind that never asks the girl if she wants to play too. He was just into the guys and expecting me to sit there like some kind of submissive little thing… this is jus ton my style. The sad thing is I could have beat him at pool too if he had only let me play.
After watching him lose at pool a few times I got a bad case of “what am I doing here” and left. He actually called again today but I think I am going to ignore him this time. All he wanted to know is how I got home! Jerk!