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The Blind Date

Mikala Bice

    I was sitting there thinking why in the hell did I agree to this blind date. My friend set me up with someone who they thought would be my perfect match. My friend must secretly really hate me because this guy was anything but my perfect match.
    At first, the date started off a little bit rocky because the guy decided to show up thirty minutes late, and even admitted to me that he did it on purpose, too. I could tell from that moment on how the was going to go, but I was so curious to see how bad it would get.
    The restaurant was nice, though. The wait wasn’t all that bad because of the great service and activities that I could do if I wanted. They gave me a few crossword puzzles do after I asked for them, so I was entertained the whole time. The guy was lucky that he showed up when he did because I was ready to order, eat, and leave. I don’t like to be stood up, and I won’t tolerate it either.
    A few minutes after the guy sat down we were asked if we were ready to order yet. The guy was definitely ready to order because he didn’t even look at the menu before he ordered. He ordered the steak with a side of mashed potatoes, green beans, small salad, and buttered rolls with a big pitcher of beer. When the server asked me what I wanted to order, my date opened his big mouth and ordered me a salad with no dressing with a glass of water. I was too shocked to even object to the order before the server walked away. I stared at the guy with unbelieving eyes, but all he did was complain about how bored he was in the nice restaurant.
    He finally looked at me, and asked if I had a mint before he ate his dinner. I was wondering what was wrong with this guy after that. This was the worst date that I have ever had. I started to really hate my friend right then.
    I told him that I didn’t have a mint, and that I didn’t appreciate him ordering for me. He told me that I should appreciate that he did order for me because I needed to lose a few pounds. That for me was the last straw. I was leaving because I didn’t deserve this at all. The way he was treating me was uncalled for. I told him before I left that he could pay for the check because he ordered it all anyway. I didn’t stick around for him to yell or do something stupid, like slap me. That’s the last time I let a friend set me up on a blind date.

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