Story Submitted by Barry:
Matilda and I were walking next to each other after lunch on our first date when she reached into her pocketbook, handed me a folded piece of paper, and said, "I made this for you."
I unfolded it and read it. It was the words, "Thank you" written in blue ink. I said to her, "For what?"
She said, "For the date."
I said, "You're welcome."
She said, "And?"
"And... uh, you're very welcome?" I hadn't experienced such a thing before, and wondered if it was a reference to something I hadn't seen.
She rolled her eyes and said, "And you're welcome, too!"
I said, "Okay. Thank you, too."
She said, "It's too late. You missed your chance. I shouldn't have to tell you to thank me, too. You should just do it."
I said, "The date wasn't over yet. I'd typically thank you for a good time as we were parting."
She said, "Well, I thanked you now. This isn't really as big a deal as you're making it."
I said, "I'm not making a big deal about anything."
"Christ, stop arguing!" she moaned, "You know better for next time, all right?"
I didn't have any idea what she was talking about. "Next time?" I asked.
She knocked her fist on my head and I jumped away from her. "Hello?" she yelled, "Anyone home? Yes! Next time! Next time! You know to say thank you next time! Have you ever learned manners? God! You're making such a big deal about this."
"Okay," I said, trying to calm things down, "You're right. I'm sorry." I wasn't at all sorry, but I wanted to end things as civilly as possible.
She groaned and said, "Again with the passive-aggressive bullshit! Do you have any idea how angry you sound?"
I said, "I'm done," and walked off.
She chased me down and grabbed my shoulder, "You don't walk away from me! Nobody walks away from me! Do you know who I am? Do you have any clue who you're dealing with?"
I said, "A sad, sad little girl. Excuse me," and I continued on my way.
"You need help," she yelled after me, "You hear me? You need help!"
She sent me an email detailing how my anger would eventually isolate myself and cause me to lose friends. I'll certainly keep that in mind.
4/06/2011
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Lol this one is great! I wish I could have seen his face when she said 'Next time...'
ReplyDeleteI wonder who she was that she thought throwing around that bullshit phrase would change his mind about leaving.
ReplyDelete"You don't walk away from me/don't you know who I am" are typical phrases from very bitter people. They're also typically uttered as others walk away from them, which one can imagine happens to them a lot.
ReplyDeleteIt's always the same dynamic: "those who talk don't know, and those who know don't talk." Those who talk most about confidence and go out of their way to prove themselves are typically very insecure; those who talk a lot about morals are typically hypocritical, those who talk execessively about honesty are often liars and cheaters, etc.
I had a boyfriend who would tell me his version of our fights, and they always made me sound just as crazy as this girl. I was with him for three years. I also had an ex-husband who would describe our fights like this, conveniently forgetting the fact that I was mad because he did something wrong, like not come home for two days. It's just now occurring to me (with the help of a very different, very wonderful boyfriend and some very supportive friends) that it wasn't me, it was them, and their view of everything was so skewed that they made me believe I was the crazy one.
ReplyDeleteI'm not saying that's what happened here, it probably wasn't. In fact, I don't even know what the point of this story was, except that maybe I needed to vent. Sorry, this probably isn't the appropriate forum...
^^^Well, I'm glad you have found good people to have in your life. I know how relationships can totally alter the way you see yourself and everything else, often for the worst.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, although I'd like to hear her side of the story, that girl sounds mental.
^When do we not want to hear the other side of the story? Sadly this site doesn't reach so many people. Maybe if everyone took their bad dates to a public forum the world would be a better more boring place.
ReplyDelete^This site reaches quite a few million eyes. Look to the side bar: Jared's been interviewed in a dozen news outlets, including the BBC, and this blogged is linked to everyone. When AOL did an article about him, about 1,000 new trolls joined to write insipid comments.
ReplyDeleteI guess the people who are the bad dates in these stories either don't read this blog, or if they do, they don't recognize themselves in the stories.
I don't even remember how I got linked here originally...
ReplyDelete^I think a friend recommended it to me when it first came out. No idea which one or where s/he found it, but even before Jared got famous, obviously someone found this blog.
ReplyDeleteI can't remember how I found this blog either, but I remember a lot of you (like Nikki!) from the beginning. I've only started commenting recently though.
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