There was a guy who constantly asked me to hang out to which I constantly turned him down. He just wasn’t my type in a “count how many abs I have” sort of way.

One day he asked if I wanted to see his friends’ band play with his friends. Me, feeling like an asshole for turning him down repeatedly, thought a friendly hang out wouldn’t kill me. I mean, his friends would be there. How bad could it be?

I arrive at his apartment because there was no way in hell I was letting him find out where I lived.

I Ring the doorbell wishing I was buzzed already to deal with him.

“Heyyy” for what seems like two hours.

He kisses me on the cheek. Friends do that right?

“Wow. You look nice.” Friends compliment right? Did he just sniff my hair? Lord.

I walk in and sudden silence occurred amongst his roommates and friends. I was worried I forgot to put a shirt on because they were just staring in silence.

“Hi?” Awkward.

We hung out for a bit and then mingled. I had more in common with everyone else than I did him.

Talking to him was like talking to my hand.

“What’s journalism exactly? I majored in awesome in college. I have basically no body fat.”
I needed a timeout, or a sling shot. I went inside where his roommate who happened to look like my teenage dream, Brandon Boyd, was playing his guitar and singing.

Did I do something to deserve punishment? Why am I not hanging out with this guy?

Sliding glass door flys open. He found me, shit. He sits down next to me, and by next to me, I mean basically on me.

“What song is that bro?”

Ugh, how do you not know Eric Clapton. Stop’re ruining my daydream about your roommate.

We  finally leave and take the longest drive ever. He was buzzed and fist pumping out the window. Help.

I was sitting in the backseat with his friend's girlfriend when I noticed the two guys to two girls ratio. Amazing. I like his friends. I’m just going to stand in the middle of them all night, even though they’re a couple and it will be weird. For them, not me.

An hour later I go to the bathroom. Wondering how long I can hide in there, I call my friend who tells me she would come get me. No, that’s dick.

I go to the bar and order a drink. Solitude. Oh, just kidding. I turn around and there he is. How does he find me so fast?

“I wanted to get you a drink since this is our first date,” he says with googly eyes and a baby voice.

Excuse me what? First date? Maybe if I swallow my straw, I’ll choke and I can end this all right now. No, he’d probably be the first to start CPR on me.

“I’ll get you a drink next time we’re out.”

Next time? Is this like one of those Lifetime movies where the girl goes on a date and because she’s not into it, he leads her to a dark alley at the end of the night and kills her?
Why aren’t my drinks working? It’s like my body is retaliating alcohol.

Insert awkward moment his friends take a cigarette break and he tries kissing me in which I turn my head like “I didn’t know” and he gets a mouthful of hair.

Also note how he wouldn't stop playing with my hair.

Stop touching me.

We leave. Hallelujah.

They drop me off at my car. He gets out too.

Here we go.

Why is the car leaving?

“So…” he said with a smirk leaning against my car like he’s a drunk cast member on the Real World.

“Well, I will talk to you later and thank you!”



“Don’t I get a kiss?”

Are you kidding me? What to say, what to say. Say something Jessica.

“Uh, anticipate the future?”

That's what I said? I am such a misleading bitch; I'm definitely condemned to what will be hell on earth: a loveless life.

“Please, please, please. Come on. I deserve one. Come onnnnn.”

He’s begging now? He deserves this? I have to go.

I finally escape.

Of course, he thought we really hit it off that night. He also continued to text me as if we were in a committed relationship all too often proceeding the “date.”

The Troubador is now ruined for me and he still doesn't know what Journalism is.


  1. i know that feeling! theres nothing worse than a guy begging! so unattractive! i once had a similar date except he didnt drive so i had to pick him up And drive him home afterword. And when i tried to drop him off he wouldnt get out of the car and then he tried to kiss me and i lunged so far to the left i almost fell out the car window.

  2. Loved reading this! I've been there, done that, and it's always awkward. Why is misleading a guy easier than just saying no, I wonder? It's usually messier in the long-run, but easier at the time.

  3. OMG this is sooooooooooo funny! This is seirously the best blog post I';ve ever read (I've only been blogging for 7 months) lol thanks for making me laugh it was extremley well written!

  4. This post was awesome, I agree with Kimberly above - very well written. I feel for you and your inability to tell a person no. I definitely into that trap with someone that was attracted to me but I didn't give her my honest opinion until one night I was drunk and wanted to get it over with. Not the classiest of ways to explain to someone that you are not into them.

  5. oh goodness..sounds like he's managed to pull off everything a guy's NOT supposed to do on a hands down that probably wins worse date.

    and of course:
    "fist pumping out the window"

    haha love it.

    sorry to hear you had to endure that.


  6. Oh my word! I apologize at laughing hysterically at your misfortune!

  7. OMG...I was LMAO. So sorry you had to go through that. At least he didn't tell you he loved you. Or did he? Very very well written. You are such a good writer and you have such a good sense of humor. Love you, Mom

  8. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww I hate when guys BEG!!!!!! You better hang out w/ his roommate for you and for me. B r a n d o n B o y d 4 L i f e.

  9. the last sentence of this blog is what made it so. amazing. hahahaha

  10. Hahah, this was hilarious. I have had my share of awkward dates. You can't help but brush them off though. Then they proceed to text you over and over. And if you don't reply, they send four of them in the span of a minute. It makes me want to toss my phone into a wall just to keep it from buzzing constantly.

  11. "Come on. I deserve one."?!!?!

    Ackkk!!! You should have thrown some middle school health class lines his way, just for fun.

    "My body is my temple and you should respect it like I do."

    "I want to wait until I'm married."


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