Thursday, May 26, 2011

I Think We Should See Other People...Tomorrow

One of my friends recently responded to my call for Haughty readers' dating disaster stories with this little gem:

I had been dating this guy for a couple of months. (Let’s called him B.) As he had introduced me to his friends multiple times, I figured my friend’s birthday celebration was the perfect time to introduce him to my friends. When we got to the bar, I started drinking my favorite frenemy, tequila, and drank a bit more than I should have. I ran into a couple of my guy friends from school, and while I thought I was talking to them for ten minutes, it turned out to be more like thirty. 

I did the proper mea culpa, and we were eventually the annoying people kissing on the dance floor that I normally point and laugh at.

When B decided it was time to go, I realized I needed to close out my tab. While I was waiting to get the bartender’s attention, B got a phone call and stepped outside. No big deal. I closed out my tab and headed outside, where he was still on the phone. No big deal. We walked to his car, and he was still on his phone. No big deal. But then we got into the car . . . with bluetooth activated speakers. Imagine my surprise when the high-pitched voice of a female came through the speakers, and I learned that B was planning to spend next weekend with this girl for a beach getaway. Wonk wonk wonk.

Now, when I drink too much, I get overly rational, because I know that my brain cannot comprehend what is going on in that state. So in light of the fact there could be one possible reason for what I was hearing other than he was a total douchebag, I took a nap. I woke up to him pulling into my apartment complex, where he informed me he was too drunk to drive home. I let him stay the night, as my conscience would have burdened forever if anything happened on the way home.  He walked out the door bright and early the next morning. Never. Heard. From. Him. Again.

I'm a bit confused as to how he was sober enough to drive my friend to her apt (and be on the phone!), but not sober enough to continue on his merry way. I would have told him to go drive himself into a telephone pole, probably. Or sleep in his car. 

What would you have done?


Emily White said...

Hmmm this is a tough one. I don't know what I would have actually done in the moment, but I do know I would've been a feisty biiiyotch. When I've been dranking and someone is annoying, I am an expert at being rude. I guess that's something I shouldn't be proud of? Ooops, but this playa sounds like he deserves nothing less

Alyssa @ Life of bLyss said...

I probably would have napped too... and landed heavily-headed right into a certain place on his lap.

" bad!"

shae majors said...

Since I'm a third party reading this story, I'd like to think that I would have told him to go fuck himself on his way home....then call the cops on his ass for driving drunk!.....but I probably would have done the same thing as yo friend!

Though technology and I aren't's times like these when I am glad we live in a technological world!

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