In light of dating season (well it is dating season ya know) I thought I'd share with you the experience of my worst date.
This was back in January.... it was the night before my birthday. Jeff came over about 6pm for dinner. My day had been crazy and I had just started making dinner when he arrived.
He had called and asked if there was anything he should pick up on his way... and I said no. He suggested he pick up a nice bottle of wine to go with dinner.
His nice bottle of wine ended up to be the $7.00 special.
He came in and stood in the kitchen with me for a moment before I invited him to make himself at home. He sat down in the front room and turned the tv on.
For the next hour and a half I stayed in the kitchen cooking... he did not even once offer to help.
During this time I had cut myself with the knife... Blood was pouring out of my hand. I rushed by him to run to the bathroom. When I walked back he saw the blood and said "you alright?". I said "yeah". He then continued to watch tv. I sat and applied pressure to my hand as I cooked.
I set the table with candle light and told him that dinner was ready. He stayed on the couch.. he was totally into whatever movie was on the tv. Finally I broke down and moved our plates and the dinner (Lasagna, Caesar salad & garlic bread) to the coffee table infront of the couch.
Conversation during dinner was non existent.. he was after all watching his show. Occasionally he'd mumble something about enjoying the meal as he shoveled it into his mouth.
After dinner I cleared the table...... Jeff continued to watch his show.
Finally his show was over so he came and stood near the sink and talked to me as I did the dishes.
We sat down together on the love seat and watched a movie I had rented. About midway through Jeff was snoring. At one point he was snoring so loudly that I had to wake him up because I couldn't hear the tv.
By the time the movie was over (say 10pm) I nudged him and told him that I was going to bed and he was welcome to sleep on the couch. He said good night and off I went.
Bed by 10 on a Friday night... while my date was asleep on the couch.
Early the next morning Jackie called to wish me a happy birthday. I told her I wanted her to come over immediately and make me breakfast. Jackie makes the world's best biscuits and gravy. I figured I could say "my friend is coming over" and he would leave.
I came out of my bedroom to find Jeff sitting and playing on my computer. He was actually having a conversation with someone who had IM'd me. We talked for a few minutes and it was obvious that he was in no hurry to leave. I excused myself and got in the shower.
Someone was knocking at the door and I assumed it was Jackie so I asked Jeff to answer it. It wasn't Jackie. It was a florist delivering some roses that my friend Kristian had sent me for my bday.
Now this is odd. Having flowers delivered to you in front of your date... and them not be from your date.
When Jackie came in and saw the roses she ofcourse assumed they were from Jeff. I quickly corrected her and told her that they were from another friend.
Jeff stayed for breakfast. Afterwards he asked me what I would like to do for the day and I told him that Jackie and I had plans (lie). So after I finished the breakfast dishes he left.
Strangely enough I didn't want to date him again.
But I have learned some valuable dating lessons from this experience.
1. Never invite someone over for dinner for the first date.
2. If a man shows up with a cheap bottle of wine.. The night will go sour.
3. Keep all instant messager type stuff on a password security so no one else can use them. | 
