L.A. Lady

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Saturday, May 12, 2007

Remember me?

Hi!!

I missed the last two SnB nights because this past Thursday, I ended up going on a bit of a lingerie bender, was running late, and Kim found me as she was leaving, so we just hung out for a bit.
And the Thursday before?

I had a date.

Wanna know how it went?

Really, do ya?

Here's the description I sent to a few friends:

OK, so this guy's never getting laid.
Laid, nothing...he's never getting a second date with
me.

I'd never been to Lucy's 51...a cute bar, but LOUD,
and very 'happy hour.'

So, he walks in and tells the hostess that, yeah,
we're just drinking.
He didn't even ask for a table.

Really?

I was hungry. I was just leaving work and schlepped
across town to meet this schmuck.

So he walks in, and immediately starts talking about
the bets he has on this game, or that game...he orders
HIS drink (Wild Turkey 101, beer back), and then says
(after the bartender left), "Oh, and what were you
having?"

OK, fine, he bought two glasses of wine, but I was
starving!!
He asked me to a place where he could keep track of
his bets - not to impress a date - despite his
compliments.

We chatted, but still...this was the wrong place - and
he behaved badly.
I really don't care if it's the playoffs - and neither
should any man out on a first date with me.

There shouldn't have been a reason in the world that I
was racing to Tommy's on my way home - I'm not hung up
about dinner, but he should have offered - "Did you
want some chicken fingers, anything?"

He ordered his drink first?

Bad manners.

Very bad.

I'll remind those on this email chain unfamiliar that
Kevin (are you listening?) drove me 300 miles to take
me to dinner on our first outing.

AND we went to Solvang for cookies first.

This fucker doesn't even know how to drive a stick.

Achhh!

--Abby

Hey, at least I got a funny story out of it.

Later, all...

1 Comments:

Blogger Laurie Ann said...

Any man more interested in a basketball game than you is clearly a few tacos short a combination platter. And not even bar food? Didn't ask what you were drinking?
JERK!!!

7:48 PM  

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