I spent one of those days hanging out with a girlfriend. And, in addition to drinking beer, eating yummy fried food and watching football (that’s what lazy Sundays are made for, am I right?) we chatted a bit about recent dating dysfunction. She prefaced her story by saying, “You can write about this.” And so…
She was invited out, for drinks (and whatever else might happen after drinks) by a guy she’s known for a while. Not a boyfriend or someone she’s seriously dating. But someone she’s been casually seeing. So she put on a sexy little dress and met him out at a local bar.
At some point in the night he disappeared. She scouted him in the corner, chatting with a woman who he seemed to know. So she walked up and joined their conversation, not thinking much of it. Being friendly. Eventually the other woman walked away and the guy said, “that was my ex.”
And the night went downhill from there.
He got weird. And then weirder. He essentially disappeared on my friend. And after standing around and chatting with other people for a while, she decided she was tired (of his shit) and went home.
Skip ahead to later in the night. He calls her, drunk. Wanting to know what happened. So she told him, she left. At which point he begged her to come over to his place. Promising to make things up to her, buy her breakfast, whatever.
She said no.
Seems like a no brainer to me. You ask a person to meet you out – you should pay attention to that person. No need to be attached at the hip. But it’s NOT OK to take off for long stretches of time (especially if it’s to hang out with an ex, but that’s so another story). I don’t really believe in dating rules, but like I said this one’s a no brainer.
Sad/funny thing is, this guy started the night with a hot chick who was sure to go home with him and ended the night alone. Even sadder, dude was smarter than my Friday night date. Another story.
Tags: dating dysfunction, Drinks, funny story