when has desperate ever been a good look?

So I login to Facebook and of course one of my friends has the below video posted on her status. I listened to it and thought it would be perfect to post on here. I mean why not?

Long story short, apparently a young woman was out having drinks with friends in Toronto and was approached by a man who wouldn’t leave her alone. To get him to go away, she gave him her business card and said to call her.

Here’s how he responded. W-T-F?

So this video kind of reminds me of this date I once had with this guy by the name of Darien, even though he tried to convince me his name was Lestat Durant. Do I look stupid?

So I met him on TRUE.com…and what I now believe to be one of the most sluttiest online dating sites ever… I mean have you ever seen their ads with half-naked women and men? Like I want to find my next boyfriend on a site that portrays men in their boxers hanging out on their beds, with laptops in hand. Rightttt.

So anyways…the date took place back in 2004, when I had just moved to Dallas and clearly I was highly unfamiliar with placements of restaurants and bars. So what did he do? He offered to meet me at a central location so I could follow him there. I thought I was being mildly safe in the thought that I wouldn’t get into a car with him, not knowing where he might take me, so I met him at a gas station on 75 and Lemmon. Now that I think about it, the date was bad enough that riding in the car with him so he could possibly kill me, might have been more fun.

Not only was he 15 minutes late because of traffic on a weekend night, but he also had to fill up with gas, making me wait. Then, when it was time to get gas for HIS car, why did I not just leave him, when he asked me to get out and talk to him???? I must have been on crack.

So while he’s pumping gas, he starts telling me a little more about himself and this is what I find out: He was a graduate of SMU, was in a pretty-boy fraternity and lived in Bedford in this new condo where he kept his six cars. And as he stood there bragging about his two trucks…escalade something, his two SUVs, his regular sedan, his motorcycle, and Camaro…I wanted to blow myself away with a gun. If you’re going to buy six cars…why not buy an expensive one? Who cares about two GMCs, two Fords, probably a Honda and a Chevy. And don’t think I’m a Honda snob…but I grew up as a tomboy and I appreciate a sweet luxury car and can tell you what’s coming a mile away….like the sweet Bentley coupe that passed me the other day. I mean six regular cars??? Why not one, sweet lookin’ kreme BMW 745 li? or a beautiful, krimson Infiniti G35?

Too bad I went on the date anyways. But if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be able to complete this even better story.

So ol’ dude and I get to the Reunion Tower inside of the Hyatt Hotel…you know that tall spacey looking building with the ball and lights on top. We decided to go there for drinks and appetizers and conversation. Too bad the conversation was all about HIM!!!! But that’s not even the start of the date. So when we arrive at “the ball”, there was no one up front seating guests, so we walked to a section of the restaurant and sat down. A few minutes later, this poor waitress came over and asked us if we could move to another section, stating that the current section wasn’t open. I was fine with it…I mean there was hardly anyone over there, it was poorly lit…but NO…ol’ dude demanded that we stayed there. This is how their conversation went.

waitress: “Hi, thanks for coming to _____ (i can never remember the name of the place). we are actually not serving in this section tonight and would prefer if you’d move to this section (pointing a few sections over) so we can serve you better.”
my date: “I want to be served over here and I see no problem that you should have.”
waitress: “Well, we’re not serving here tonight, so it would be great if I could get you guys to move, it’ll only take a second.”
I decide that I’m okay with moving, I mean clearly what’s the big deal? So I start to get up and his hand (making the stop sign) flys my way.
my date: “No, you will serve us here. Tell your manager that he should have had someone at the front directing us where to go if he didn’t want us sitting here.”
waitress: “Sir we’re short-staffed, as for the reason why we’re not serving in this area.”
my date: “Go get your manager.”

Picture me, sinking VERY low into my chair. 

So girl comes back with her manager and this is how the next conversation went down.

manager: “Hi sir, I hear we have a problem about sections and service. We are not serving in this area tonight, I think my waiter mentioned we are short-staffed, so we don’t have enough staff to cover this area. I truly am sorry for the inconvenience, but I’d certainly appreciate your move so we can better assist you.”
my date: “I appreciate you coming over to help us out, but do you know how much money I make?”
Me <–deer in headlights…and then he whips out his wallet
my date: “I’m a very important person in the City of Dallas, I have a very respected job (I find out later, he works for DART in Marketing) and I make probably more than you do in an entire year, in a months salary. If I wanted to, I could buy out this whole section, and probably this whole restaurant for the night. So tonight, my date and I are going to enjoy some drinks and food and you will serve us here, in this section.”
Me <–deer in headlinghts…still.
manager: “Sure thing. What can I get for you?”

So we order our drinks and food…he talks about himself some more. And some more. Finally…the check comes. Tell me why I haven’t learned how to be the bad guy and just dart? Anyways, I ALWAYS offer to pay on a date. I mean, I just have always offered the thought. As soon as I said it, he replied quickly with, “put your money away, you’ll never make as much as me, you shouldn’t waste your money.”

I felt like I was the stupid kid in class sitting in the back row and the teacher tells you that you’ll never make it in life. I mean…really? At what point in his life did he realize he was better than everyone else? At that point, I really was ready to go.

So as we’re taking the elevator down, why the hell does he feel the need to back me up to the elevator wall and try to make out with me? Uh no!!! Needless to say, I pushed him away, in which he became angry and said a few choice words and once the elevator wrangled open, he told me to lose my number.

Really?

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