On a Date with a Dork

When I was still in school, I was bored and watching Youtube videos.  I came across this guy who was an advocate of self-dating.  He made some really great points like the fact that you always pick the movie so you never have to worry about watching something you really don’t want to just to be nice.  You always get to pick the restaurant so you can eat whatever you want without worrying about spilling something on yourself or having to pay for someone else’s expensive lobster.  You don’t have to worry about awkward silence.  And at the end of the night, you are always guaranteed to get some.

This guy made sense!

So, I decided to take advantage of his awesome suggestion and take myself out on a date.  I do believe I deserved it.  Firstly, it was the weekend of my meltdown and so I thought I should treat myself.  Plus, I had been doing well in school and pretty good with my diet and exercise so I convinced myself to have a night on the town.

The original plan was to go to an Italian restaurant.  But, the more I thought about it, the more anxious I became because it was gonna be on a Saturday and there would probably be a lot of people there.  I didn’t want to be single and surrounded by a bunch of people, most likely couples and families and such.  That would be awkward.  Once again, I was worried about what people were going to think of me.  I didn’t want to be the lone guy slurping spaghetti in a crowd of couples.  So, I asked Haley if she wanted to hang out with me but she said she had just gotten to the animation building when I called.  She said she would go with me if I couldn’t find anyone else to go with.  I texted Chasity and she acted like she could go and I got all excited and then right as I was about to leave to pick her up she texted me again to say she couldn’t go.  She does that kind of stuff all the time and it’s so annoying.  And she’s so unreliable.

I called Haley back and she said she’d come with me as long as we ate and I took her right back to the animation building.  That’s cool.  I can do that.  Well, I picked her up and she told me she had already eaten and wasn’t going to get anything.  What?  I really don’t like eating by myself.  Normally, I’m not really worried about eating in front of other people…as long as there are eating as well.  If we are both focusing on our food then I know they aren’t examining how I eat.  So, that made it awkward again.

We got there, and because it was a Saturday night, the wait was going to be around 45 minutes.  We stood there for a while and then Haley said she didn’t want to wait that long and I said okay because the night wasn’t even going how I wanted it to so I was ready to bail out and just go back to my room.  I returned her to the animation building and then I decided to go back to the restaurant and eat by myself anyway.  Screw what everyone else thought.  I was about to get some nummy pasta and really, that’s all that mattered.  Well, by the time I got there they were half an hour away from closing so I didn’t bother to try it.  They’d be closing by the time I got a seat.

So, I just ended up fast food hopping, grabbing some fries from here, some tater tots from there, a milkshake from this place and some donuts from that place.  Definitely not the night I had envisioned.

The next day I was determined to have a good day after the poopfest that was the day prior.  I discovered this new pizza place a few weeks before.  It’s rarely ever occupied so I decided to go there and have a nice Sunday lunch.  I brought my notebook with me in hopes of being able to enjoy some pizza and a nice atmosphere to write in. 

When I arrived, there were no customers.  Thank goodness.  I walked in with my journal with every intention of doing some serious writing.  The place was small.  Only five tables.  I sat at the very end and waited on my pizza while I began to write.  Soon a couple came in.  Fine.  No big deal.  Then, a woman and her three children came in: two toddlers and a baby.  Well, there goes a nice lunch.  Just as I expected them to be, they were all loud and obnoxious.  The mother was just as annoying!  The little hellions were throwing food on the floor and ruining my concentration. 

My pizza came out and it was pretty greasy and not very flavorful.  It wasn’t bad but not as great as I was hoping.  But then again, what ever is as good as we hope for?

I didn’t get much writing done either.  The woman and her three screamers wouldn’t allow for creativity.  Plus, the place started filling up all of a sudden and space was becoming limited.  I started worrying that I might be kicked out because I was done with my food and I didn’t want them to ask me to leave to make room for more families.  So, I just got up and left.  I wasn’t getting anything accomplished anyway. 

Yet another disappointing outing.  I just wish I would stop making plans and then romanticizing them, making them seem like they are just going to be so amazing and memorable.  I wish I could just stop hoping that dates with girls and time spent with myself are going to magically make me happy.  This is why I am always disappointed.  I work myself up and then bring myself down. 

But, hey, the date wasn’t all that bad.  At least I got some that night.

Heyyoooooh.