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The following idea is a twist on a submission by Dano, warsawdaddy's submission will follow soon. So, my hat's off to you gentlemen 
Where to start, but at the beginning of what was to be one of my worst nightmares ever. I still wake up in a cold sweat if this ever appears in my dreams and this happened well over 10 years ago. I was invited by some "friends", (I'm using this term loosely because what was to happen some time later) to join them for a dinner at a cute little restaurant/bar. This little place had decent food, and the night I was there they had karaoke. There was also a decent sized crowd of mature people for once, as it's almost impossible finding attractive single women, in one place at the same time. I had a great time, got up, sang a few songs and met a very attractive woman sitting at the bar. What caught my attention was the way she was dressed, in a pretty dress that accented her legs. There is nothing like seeing a woman looking like a woman and not on of the guys when you're out with her. We struck up a conversation and I got her number in the hopes of taking her out. This turned out to be the mistake of he century.
Now, first dates are the biggest pains to deal with in the dating world. You want to have the perfect date and have to pick the right destinations. I decided that since we were going to go out late into the afternoon for the remainder of the night we would have dinner, go to a karaoke bar, and lastly dancing for a few hours. This sounded like a plan to me, so I called her during the week and went over what I had in mind. Since I didn't want to control the whole date, I told her,"All you have to do is pick the restaurant". I see this offer as one that will make her feel at ease going to an establishment that she already likes. Well, this was the first of my mistakes.
When I arrived at her house to pick her up she was almost ready, she still had to finish her hair. She did however look good and was in a beautiful print dress that simply eye catching. We had some small talk while she was getting ready and I commented on how nice she looked and how I looked forward to our evening together. Once we were in my car I turned and asked her, "Well, where are we headed to eat?" She named a nice Spanish restaurant and gave me the directions. About 20 minutes into the drive she said, "Wait that place may be too crowded and do you like Italian food?" I said it was no problem, so we turned around and headed off for the Italian place. No lie, 20 minutes later she said, "Well, you know the food in the Spanish place is to die for". So while waiting at a light I just wanted to make sure this was going to be the final destination. Honestly, I was already getting a bit ticked off, but figured it would pass once we had dinner.
Now after about 90 minutes of a grand tour of NJ, we hit our destination. The restaurant looked nice on the outside and once you walked in it was like a palace. Since they are always crowded unlike most restaurants that have a little section to sit while you wait for a table, they had a huge bar, close to 40' I think. We sat at the bar and had a drink while waiting to be seated, when surprise number 2 was about to assault me. She was digging through her purse and dropped a slew of name cards on the bar. Each of these little calling cards was from a different restaurant that we can "visit" in the future. I'm already thinking, here you're planning future dates when we haven't even gotten through 1/4 of the evening. I was also thinking why weren't you studying those cards all week long and have a place to go? OK, strike 2, just like in baseball.
We finally got our table and had another drink while ordering, my only thought at this time was hoping the food was good. I was surprised that we seemed to be getting back on track again and that I was enjoying her company. The dinner was going well, well that is until a couple along side us noticed something. The lady politely tapped my date and told her there was a "price tag" still on her dress. Need I say more, I think most of you already know me pretty well. I never lost a beat and told the girl, "She knows the tag is there, and she is returning the dress tomorrow". Everyone but my date had a good laugh and now she is pissed. Another drink helped settle her nerves.
After dinner we went to a bar for karaoke, and had another drink. Next time I look at her and she is out of it, literally. (OK, a strike, but a foul tip, so the batter is still up) I spend the next hour feeding her water to get her sober enough to go dancing. We stayed at this bar nearly 2 hours before we could head out with her in the proper frame of mind.
Our last stop of the evening was a dance club we have both gone to and know several people from different crowds. So, what could go wrong here? Again, we started feeling comfortable together and shared a few dances, so things may just improve. Improve for other people maybe, but surely not for me. She decided to have another drink, although now she was just sporting a buzz, so I could deal with that. After all, I'm out with an adult and they should know how to handled their liquor. We were sitting in the clubs rear room, where they have a nice bar and tables and chairs throughout the room. She sees 2 men that she knows, gets up and goes over to talk to them for about 10 minutes. I sat there just thinking how rude she was. As she was talking a girl I had dated came by to say hell to me and I saw no harm in having a little small talk with her. Apparently my date saw this and walked over and when she arrived I introduced her to my lady friend and she said nothing at that time. The girl walked away and my date gave me an earful, telling me how she hated that woman for one reason, or another. For me the party was over almost the minute it started. I told my date, it's getting late I should be taking you home.
We left and I was in no mood to really talk to her after the night I just had. We pulled up to her house and she asked when I would call her again? To this day I am wondering where the heck was she was for the whole evening? I said goodnight and waited for her to get to her door and in the house.
Who would know the best parts of this date were only the first and last few minutes together.
Where to start, but at the beginning of what was to be one of my worst nightmares ever. I still wake up in a cold sweat if this ever appears in my dreams and this happened well over 10 years ago. I was invited by some "friends", (I'm using this term loosely because what was to happen some time later) to join them for a dinner at a cute little restaurant/bar. This little place had decent food, and the night I was there they had karaoke. There was also a decent sized crowd of mature people for once, as it's almost impossible finding attractive single women, in one place at the same time. I had a great time, got up, sang a few songs and met a very attractive woman sitting at the bar. What caught my attention was the way she was dressed, in a pretty dress that accented her legs. There is nothing like seeing a woman looking like a woman and not on of the guys when you're out with her. We struck up a conversation and I got her number in the hopes of taking her out. This turned out to be the mistake of he century.
Now, first dates are the biggest pains to deal with in the dating world. You want to have the perfect date and have to pick the right destinations. I decided that since we were going to go out late into the afternoon for the remainder of the night we would have dinner, go to a karaoke bar, and lastly dancing for a few hours. This sounded like a plan to me, so I called her during the week and went over what I had in mind. Since I didn't want to control the whole date, I told her,"All you have to do is pick the restaurant". I see this offer as one that will make her feel at ease going to an establishment that she already likes. Well, this was the first of my mistakes.
When I arrived at her house to pick her up she was almost ready, she still had to finish her hair. She did however look good and was in a beautiful print dress that simply eye catching. We had some small talk while she was getting ready and I commented on how nice she looked and how I looked forward to our evening together. Once we were in my car I turned and asked her, "Well, where are we headed to eat?" She named a nice Spanish restaurant and gave me the directions. About 20 minutes into the drive she said, "Wait that place may be too crowded and do you like Italian food?" I said it was no problem, so we turned around and headed off for the Italian place. No lie, 20 minutes later she said, "Well, you know the food in the Spanish place is to die for". So while waiting at a light I just wanted to make sure this was going to be the final destination. Honestly, I was already getting a bit ticked off, but figured it would pass once we had dinner.
Now after about 90 minutes of a grand tour of NJ, we hit our destination. The restaurant looked nice on the outside and once you walked in it was like a palace. Since they are always crowded unlike most restaurants that have a little section to sit while you wait for a table, they had a huge bar, close to 40' I think. We sat at the bar and had a drink while waiting to be seated, when surprise number 2 was about to assault me. She was digging through her purse and dropped a slew of name cards on the bar. Each of these little calling cards was from a different restaurant that we can "visit" in the future. I'm already thinking, here you're planning future dates when we haven't even gotten through 1/4 of the evening. I was also thinking why weren't you studying those cards all week long and have a place to go? OK, strike 2, just like in baseball.
We finally got our table and had another drink while ordering, my only thought at this time was hoping the food was good. I was surprised that we seemed to be getting back on track again and that I was enjoying her company. The dinner was going well, well that is until a couple along side us noticed something. The lady politely tapped my date and told her there was a "price tag" still on her dress. Need I say more, I think most of you already know me pretty well. I never lost a beat and told the girl, "She knows the tag is there, and she is returning the dress tomorrow". Everyone but my date had a good laugh and now she is pissed. Another drink helped settle her nerves.
After dinner we went to a bar for karaoke, and had another drink. Next time I look at her and she is out of it, literally. (OK, a strike, but a foul tip, so the batter is still up) I spend the next hour feeding her water to get her sober enough to go dancing. We stayed at this bar nearly 2 hours before we could head out with her in the proper frame of mind.
Our last stop of the evening was a dance club we have both gone to and know several people from different crowds. So, what could go wrong here? Again, we started feeling comfortable together and shared a few dances, so things may just improve. Improve for other people maybe, but surely not for me. She decided to have another drink, although now she was just sporting a buzz, so I could deal with that. After all, I'm out with an adult and they should know how to handled their liquor. We were sitting in the clubs rear room, where they have a nice bar and tables and chairs throughout the room. She sees 2 men that she knows, gets up and goes over to talk to them for about 10 minutes. I sat there just thinking how rude she was. As she was talking a girl I had dated came by to say hell to me and I saw no harm in having a little small talk with her. Apparently my date saw this and walked over and when she arrived I introduced her to my lady friend and she said nothing at that time. The girl walked away and my date gave me an earful, telling me how she hated that woman for one reason, or another. For me the party was over almost the minute it started. I told my date, it's getting late I should be taking you home.
We left and I was in no mood to really talk to her after the night I just had. We pulled up to her house and she asked when I would call her again? To this day I am wondering where the heck was she was for the whole evening? I said goodnight and waited for her to get to her door and in the house.
Who would know the best parts of this date were only the first and last few minutes together.
so I Left without her.
