this will be my 4th blog post in 24 hours (see here [shameless, i know]). but i would like to relay what some have called possibly the greatest dating story ever. i don't know if i agree, but it is pretty heinous. i have a hard time telling it. last night i discovered i actually get really embarrassed when telling it. i'm not sure why.
at first i was going to leave my roommate's name as-is, but then i got paranoid and thought what if she found this one day? awkward! so we'll just call her angela. so angela started hanging out with this guy rick. i think she was set up with him but i can't really remember. they had only hung out a few times so far. i think it was maybe the 2nd or 3rd time they had hung out when he came by our place to pick her up and i answered the door. hey, is angela here? sure, come on in. i'm rick. hey rick, i'm becky, angela will be right out. that was the end of it. the next day i asked angela about her date and she told me that rick thought it might be fun if he set me up with his buddy (steve, maybe?) and we all four could go out together. are you down? i told her no. i'm not into blind dates, but thanks. she eventually talked me into it. she thought it would be really fun and she'd be there, right? so easy breezy! so i agreed.
the plan was for the girls to meet the boys at melting pot. i was stoked. melting pot? totally worth gaining 15lbs in 60 min. so i thought, hey, this might be a pretty okay night afterall. the day of the date, i got home from work and angela had bad news. rick had called and something important had come up and he was going to have to cancel last minute. he felt so bad for having to flake! but becky should still go because apparently rick had made a good case for becky and (possibly)steve still wanted to meet her at the melting pot. what? no way! i agreed to certain terms and conditions to this date which are no longer in place! but, becky, steve is expecting you, angela says. you should just still go, its no biggie. so i say, fine, and i go.
well, i get to melting pot a little nervous for my blind date. i walk in and tell the hostess i am meeting someone here. are you becky? yes, yes i am. your date is already seated. so she walks me to the table, and who is sitting there? rick.
dear rick,
that took some balls, i'll give you that. unfortunately, it's not the kind of jerky balls a girl like me would ever give the time of day to. i hope you got that message when i asked you who the hell you thought you were and walked out of the melting pot.
sincerely,
becky
12 comments:
nope its still my favorite dating story.
OH SNAP!!! AND THE HITS KEEP COMING! That's really and truly the SNEAKIEST story I've ever heard.
that's amazing..truly amazing. sorry you didn't get to stay at the melting pot though. that's torture to go in and smell it and then have to leave. dumb rick
holy cow. I'm ashamed to be a man, but still a little impressed at the ballsy-ness of the idea and deftness of the execution. This is the kind of guy who probably has managed to be the impetus behind the "worst date" story of many, many a woman.
also that t shirt is my favorite color of blue. i wish byu would make the switch back.
me too. i was bummed when they changed to navy. i mean, how boring.
that's the color shirt i'm wearing right now. that's how much of a true blue cougar i am.
i think its funny you said who the hell do you think you are. maybe he thought you just wondering if he was rick or steve.
That last comment by Nat killed me out loud.
Bexy- admit it, you were more than flattered.
of course its flattering when someone wants you. but i was also completely turned off. which beats out flattered.
Wuss.
hi guys. (hi colls.) oh man have i been missing some serious stuff. becky! i want to know what was angela thinking about all this...do tell. and i so agree with ck. you could have at least done a few dips first before jetting? (fondue, right?) sorry i don't live in the loop.
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