I was a bachelor until I was 39, so I had a fair number of dates. One is easy to remember as my date introduced me to her husband - yup, as in currently married to, not separated, just plain married.
I departed with a measure of haste. Another was a blind date set up by a friend. The woman was new to Austin and didn't like it. She did like the margaritas, about four or five of them. Got her home and could not wake her up to go inside. Had to rummage through her purse for her keys, unlock the door, get her onto my shoulder, and carry her inside. Worried a lot about how to leave her - face down, head hanging over the side, didn't want her to choke to death if she threw up. She called the next morning to say what a lovely evening she had. I admitted that I didn't have a similar experience.
One date from the online era. She didn't have a photo posted, but I did. We met at a TexMex place near Lakeway. Seemed to go fine - nice meal, light chatting and I walked her to her car. She asked me to text her so she would know I got home. I did so and she asked how I thought the evening went. I thought it went fine enough, she did seem to be a bit nervous and never completely relaxed, but first meeting and all. Seems she was not the least bit pleased. My fingernails were too long, she didn't like my mustache (clearly visible in my profile picture), she was appalled, very appalled that I had a ponytail (not visible in my profile picture), when I walked her to her car, she was afraid I was going to fall down, and I was a disgrace to veterans everywhere. I thanked her for the information and apologized for her less than delightful evening. Well, she was like a dog with a bone, repeating her complaints several times with me saying thank you and sorry. Then her aim shifted, and she was trying to get me to insult her as she had me. I declined, and she insisted until I finally blocked her. Felt I had definitely dodged a bullet.
I still enjoy going out on dates; people are fascinating. Can't imagine any circumstance in which I'd insult my date. My mother would somehow know and would explain in excruciating detail that when I insulted my date, I had also insulted my mother, as it was she who had taught me manners. I would go down in history as the guy who insulted his mother. Yikes!!
