Disasters in Dating Part 2

As we drove the 2 hours to Moncton my blood began to boil.  I mean seriously what made this guy think that adding at least 4 extra hours to our date was a good idea?

Did he not feel how horrendous that lunch was?

We arrived at the Empire Theaters in Moncton only to find out that the earliest movie wouldn’t be STARTING for another three hours.  “Well I guess we should just go back home then.” I very casually suggested.

“After coming all this way?  No lets check out Crystal Palace while we wait.”

I had to give him credit for persistence, and he was clearly trying to make the best of the situation, and besides Crystal Palace could be fun – or so I thought.

We went to play laser tag – so much fun, I love playing games like that, actually my dream date would be going bowling or to an arcade or something fun and innocent.  Did B feel the same way?  Could there be more to him than I was giving him credit for?  The game started out well, until B turned into a lunatic.

I kid you not, the guy went berserk because some 10 year old kid kept shooting at him.  I tried to calm him down, only to have him scream at me “parents today really should learn how to teach their kids manners” and storm off out of the play area.  “Um excuse me?”

I tried to diffuse the situation by making a few jokes and trying to calm him down, but B was having none of that.  He continued to sulk for the next 60 minutes, and his mood only worsened as he continuously lost at the arcade games he was playing.  When I beat him at the NASCAR game, I actually thought he was going to cry (or hit me, to this day I’m still not sure which.)

I thought that maybe at this point he would want to go back home….nope.

Determined to salvage this shipwreck of a date, B, suggested we go for a walk along Parlee Beach.

“I’m wearing heels” I said politely.

“Well take them off.” he snapped.  “They are ridiculously high and it’s not like you need shoes to walk on the sand!”

At this point I had had enough.  Scream at a 10 year old kid all you want, but diss my shoes?!  I don’t think so.

I looked at B square in the eyes,

“B” I started, “I’m very much aware that I don’t need shoes to walk on the sand.  I’m also very much aware that it is the beginning of May and only about 10 degrees outside.  I’m also aware that this date – AND YOU- have gone from being exciting, to boring, to down right rude.”  I finished with, “and frankly, I’ve had enough.” turned on my heels and stormed off.  After about a half of a minute I realized that B was my drive back to Halifax.

Not wanting to kill my triumphant moment, I continued to walk, hailed a cab and took the Acadian lines bus back to Halifax.

B called my phone numerous times, left a number of apologetic voicemails, and in time realized that I was a hopeless cause.

Maybe I overreacted?  It’s possible, and has happened before, but B was a bore and a baby and worse yet, he made fun of my shoes.

Some things are worth digging your heels on.