As a seasoned dater, a pro if you will (not that I take any pride in that, really I don't), I didn't act like one the other night. I had a blind date and agreed to meeting him for dinner. Worst idea ever. We met at the restaurant. I sat down at the bar to join him and wait the 30 minutes for our table--this was a no reservations place, another no-no.
Why did he pick a fight with me and argue with me during the first 7 minutes of our date? Well he did. I should've said "hey, look, this isn't going to work out if we're already fighting so let's scrap dinner," but I felt bad and decided to suffer through the rest of the date. It just got worse. Long, uncomfortable silences and me looking around, pretending to be interested in a football game playing on tv.
The worst part is that I know better. No dinner dates for the first date! Always drinks or coffee. Get in, get out, and be done.
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