That time you're waiting for your date to pick you up and it's surpassed the time of your dinner reservation...
Ok guys, not to be a drama queen but last week I went out on a first date with a guy who seriously doesn't know how to use a watch. Our dinner was planned to be at 8:30pm...first of all, I am a geriatric 25 year old woman and eating at 8:30pm is like asking me to fast for Ramadan. I had to have multiple snacks throughout the day to even be alive at this hour of night AND took a nap to ensure I'd be on my game.
So needless to say, when 8:15 rolls around and I am dressed to the nines and haven't heard from my date yet, I'm starting to freak out. Are you standing me up? Have you suddenly become illiterate? Did you just get a watch with roman numerals and can longer process the time scale? The options are endless people!
Finally he calls me. It's 8:20. "I'm on my way to pick you up!" he says. Um, okay. Your voice sounds kind. I'm going to keep my calm.
He arrives in the biggest truck I've every seen. No joke, he had to physically lift me up to insert me into his passenger seat. I felt like the final brick being put on a highrise building - gingerly being place on the very top to ensure nothing else is thrown out of place.
At this point I'm a little frazzled: 1) you were 20 minutes late to pick me up...2) I am riding in a truck the size of North Dakota with what appears to be an actual cockpit...3) I'm so hungry I could eat the beard off of my dates face.
We finally arrive at the restaurant after a surprisingly pleasant pick up truck ride. I had very low expectations after how the date started, but Ginger Beard really surprised me! His red beard erupted with wonderful stories about fixing his truck, how he accidentally obtained it as a lemon, and how he travels internationally for business exploring primarily China. He had such interesting things to say and I had a lovely time.
Never again will I judge a man based on his vehicle. In fact, this man's janky vehicle and the story behind it gave me even more respect for him. High five, Ginger Beard! Our first date get's an A-! And the reason for the "minus" is because you were kind of shy and couldn't kiss me goodbye. It's ok, I'm sure he'll make up for that one next time!