Hey guys! This morning, a special treat for you: a blog swap with my good friend Meghan! Read her hilarious bad first date story and then go check out mine on her blog!
Howdy y'all! Okay...that was my take at being 'southern'. Let me try that again - Hi Everyone! My name is Meghan, and if I haven't 'met' you over the blogosphere, I am a friend of Sarah's and *star* blogger over at 'Shine On...tales of a twenty-something'. I'm a twenty-something (surprise!), professional sorority girl living in the always-beautiful Music City.
Sarah and I first met in junior high while we rock & rolled as cheerleaders for Ridgetop - Go Raiders! Unfortunately, our junior high split into two high schools, and we were then separated at rival schools - Go Cougars! [Sar's note: Yeah right! Go Oly!] Many years later, Sarah and I reconnected over our newfound love of blogging and taking photos. As Sarah puts it, we've been blog besties ever since...and it's great!
While I do not normally tap into my love life on my blog - oh wait, that's probably because I do not have one - Sarah and I thought it'd be fun to relive our worst first date. And let me tell you, I have a good one to share.
Last May, I made the 2,200 mile trek from Seattle to Nashville. I had been out of college for a year, and was ready for a new adventure in my life. Nothing says adventure quite like moving across country, away from family, and really everything I have ever known. Fortunately, I was coming to a place where I already felt at 'home,' thanks to my sorority, Alpha Omicron Pi. I was hired on as an Assistant Director of Chapter Services, and I would be working out of our Headquarters in Brentwood, TN. Yes, dream job!
About a month after I moved to Nashville, a few of my colleagues/friends and I decided to paint the town red and honky-tonk the night away. I had just started to enjoy country music, and I was ready to get my boot-scootin'-boogy on that night. A few drinks in, my friends and I were enjoying some good ol' country tunes, when we bumped into this group of guys out for a bachelor party. One of the fine gentleman and I started talking, and realized we had quite a bit in common - we had both moved from out-of-state, shared a love for cats, and lived in Nashville (if you've ever lived in Nashville, you know how rare it is to find a man that actually lives here!).
John* and I exchanged numbers and decided to meet up for dinner sometime soon. I really hadn't thought much of it, especially since I was so new to the city. I figured that I couldn't have been that lucky...and boy, was I right.
About a month later, our schedules finally matched up and we were able to go to dinner. He offered to come pick me up. It was a Tuesday night, and for once, I did not have a work conference call keeping me home (yes, that's important to remember for later...).
I was extremely excited. Not only was John good looking, but he seemed extremely personable and loved cats. That's rare, now-a-days.
Tuesday rolls around, and I'm all set and ready to go, looking pretty darn good if I may say so myself. I knew John was on his way thanks to a handy thing I like to call text messaging. I figured he'd roll in to my neighborhood right on time, and we'd run off to a fabulous dinner.
Sure, he was on time, and I do give him props for that. However, once the guy arrived, he texted me to let me know he was outside. Yes, texted. I mean, I know it's the 21st century, but what happened to showing up on a girls' doorstep and walking her to your car. Nope, didn't happen.
Once I received his text, I pranced downstairs hoping that everything else that night would be perfect. Again, I was pretty wrong.
I believe I forgot to mention that this was the middle of July, on what I swear was the hottest day in the history of living. You walked outside, and you instantly broke into a sweat. If you weren't in the midst of an air-conditioner, you were miserable. It was that kind of day.
Guess what? John's car had a broken air-conditioner. After offering numerous times to take my car, and after numerous rejections, I buckled up in his old, broken, beat-up car and we hit the road for Music City.
20 minutes later, we were lost...in the heat...with no air-conditioner. I offered to call one of my friends who lived close-by for directions, but he insisted he knew where he was going.
20 minutes after that, and two blocks south, we finally arrived at the restaurant. It was a neat place and was known for its' yummy seafood, which I love. We were able to get a table right away, and the fun part of the date approached -- the conversation.
I pride myself on being outgoing, and able to talk to a brick wall. To be honest, this was the toughest conversation I have ever had. I cannot really pinpoint what was so bad or rough about it, but it just wasn't gellin' for us. We finished dinner in about an hour, and walked back to the non-air-conditioned car (I swear, I'm not high-maintenance).
John wanted to continue our date elsewhere, but I faked a conference call and had him drop me off at home. I'm not the type to fake things, I swear - I just could not do it any longer.
We never went out again, and while we are still 'Facebook friends,' we haven't spoken since that night (yes, kind of odd - maybe I should evaluate the FF thing).
Since, I have dated off and on with a few gentlemen in the area, but Mr. Prince Charming hasn't swept me off my feet just yet. I am at a point in my life that if a man comes along, amazing; if not, that's okay too.
So what's your worst first date? Share them here, or comment over on Sar's post on my blog! We'd love to hear them!