Story time! I went on this date once, later to find out that it was a conditional date, and the girl was an attractive girl that I didn’t think I had even a hope of going out with. I was so stoked to be going on a date with someone who was out of my league, that I planned a dinner at a nice restaurant (One I could afford on a 17 year old’s budget.) and then planned for an evening of getting to know each other better with a romantic walk in the park. However, here’s how it really ended up.

First off, and I didn’t find this out until about 2 days later, the girl agreed to go out with me if my friend (Who made the deal, which was a nice gesture but really stupid to do.) would go out with her at a later date. I picked her up from her house and we headed to the restaurant where I ordered before her and ordered a big juicy burger, and when I asked if she wanted a side of buffalo wings for an appetizer to which she replies “No, I’m a vegetarian” and she orders the salad. We eventually got through the awkward silences, since I was doing most the talking or trying to get her to talk, and didn’t say much during the dinner. When she asked what we were doing after dinner, I admitted defeat to this very horrible trainwreck of a night and said “Oh, I wasn’t planning anything besides dinner” and just cancelled my other idea.

I took her home and this was the perfect ending to such a date. We pulled into her driveway and I insisted I walk her to the door, because I am a gentleman and want to show my courtesy and thank her with a hug for the date. Meanwhile, she insists that I don’t get out of the car, I think she thought a walk to the door was an automatic kiss or something and she didn’t want to feel obligated to kiss me. However, as I was about to step out of the car, I forgot that I left the car on in gear. This means that the car popped forward a little and died, for those of you who don’t drive manual stick shifts. This causes a little bit of a whiplash for the both of us, and I sigh in relief to this perfect ending to the most perfect date (this is sarcasm for those who can’t read it well). I look over to her side of the car, she’s already out and closing the door as I say “Thank you for the date”. I don’t get out, I just kind of sit there and contemplate whether this justifies suicide. I eventually pull away and head home, knowing that I can’t possibly have a worse date than that.

So that’s my story, what’s yours?

Are you staring at me or her? ‘Cause you’re starting to freak me out.