@bule_jr: Hello. Hope you are having a blissful weekend.
Today we are going to allow the Ladies tell us awkward moments that they have had on dates as well. Enjoy
“I’m still waiting.” I said to the waiter for the umpteenth time, as he came to stand beside my table with a menu yet again.
He gave me a knowing look, and then returned to his spot behind the pillar closest to the entrance, probably awaiting the arrival of more promising customers.
Sighing, I finally gave in and glanced at the clock on my phone screen. Thirty minutes?! I could feel my eyes pop out, like in those cartoons where they just detach themselves from their sockets. I finally understood why the waiter was on my case, and why he’d had that stupid look on his face. Thirty minutes wasn’t beans.
I began to regret spending all that valuable time fussing over what to wear, my hair, my makeup, and all that other stuff. If someone had told me ahead of time that I’d be sitting at a table in Barcelos alone for the better part of my date, I honestly wouldn’t have bothered. But, of course, there’s never anyone to tell you, is there?
So, there my primped-up self sat, alone and hungry. I sent him another IM asking where he was. The message soon returned a ‘D’, but an ‘R’ remained elusive. My tummy making unpleasant sounds, and the last bits of hope and patience fleeing my body, I decided to order. Thank God for vex money, I thought to myself as the waiter eagerly responded to my summon.
Minutes later, I was greedily devouring my chicken and chips when someone walked up to my table and cleared his throat. I looked up into the smiling face of my ‘date’. Thank God I was holding that chicken, or I would’ve smacked all that ridiculous cheer off his face.
“Dude, you’re late.”
“Am i?” I hated that cheerful tone in his voice. “Am I really?”
“Of course you are!” I all but growled. “Shey it’s 1:30 we agreed to meet?!”
He was so calm; I really just wanted to hurt him. “Yes. And what time is I now?”
“It’s 2:23! You’re almost an hour late!”
“2:23 ke?” he glanced at his watch. “Babe, it’s 1:22.”
“Which rotten 1:22?” I pulled out my phone again.
And then it hit me. I’d done a hard reset on my phone that morning, and set the time by the DsTV decoder time without thinking.
All the blood in my body literally rushed to my face.
He just stood there smiling. Bastid.
It seems the instructions were not understood yesterday so I won’t give any today.
Ever gone out and not been able to pay up afterwards?
Ever had diarrhea on a date? (-_-)
Any funny stories let us lighten up abit.
EVERYONE, Share the awkward moments that you have had on a date. Or any story that you have heard before.
P.S tomorrow’s post will go up at 7a.m.