date 23: driving lessons
They say alcohol dampens your dating judgment. Duh.
I drunkenly made out with this guy at a friend's party, left without saying goodbye and sent him a wasted Facebook message while stumbling to get drunk munchies with my prowling companion (all great decisions, I know).
Shockingly, he asked me out to dinner the following week. And I let him pick me up from my apartment.
Besides general safety, this is the reason why I don't let dates pick me up, at least not the first date: he was the WORST driver ever! Speeding, changing lanes without looking and blabbing about how much he loves his Prius. Yuck.
Thankfully we arrived safely, but when we realized we had nothing in common I couldn't make a graceful exit after dinner. And I had to sit and watch him drink two glasses of wine before we could get out of there. I was in the midst of my diet dating cleanse so I'm pretty sure I was actually glaring at him by the end.
You always need an escape plan.
Lesson learned.