I was out dancing at a club with my girlfriend this past Saturday night. And there was this random guy trying to dance with all the single girls in the club. He was by himself and he literary danced up to every girl (from what I saw) and tried to dance with a random girl from behind, that way she can’t even see who is dancing with her. AND EVERYGIRL pushed it away. It was hysterical. He then tried to dance with one of our friends. This dude looked pathetic. Where’s his wingman?

To make matters worse, I felt bad for him at the end of the night, I saw him walk out by himself. Rough night!

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When we spoke on the phone we had many things in common and had great phone chemistry. We made plans to meet at an auction on a Saturday afternoon.

When I arrived, he met me at the registration table where we exchanged awkward hellos. He seemed very nice. Once I was through the registration line, he put his arm around my shoulder guiding me and said, “We’re sitting over here.” He then casually added, “My mother is looking forward to meeting you, so you two should sit next to one another.” What?!

There was no mention of his mother attending the auction. In fact, mothers never even entered our one phone conversation. I have nothing against mothers (my mother happens to be my best friend) but they don’t belong on a blind/first date.

There I sat in between the both of them, fielding their questions from my right and from my left. Trapped! As the auction came to a close, he turned to his mother and me and said, “Why don’t I take my two favorite girls out for a bite?” What?! I made a very bad excuse about having a sick dog at home and didn’t look back as I ran for my car.

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Last year my friends and I spent Memorial Day weekend in Las Vegas. One of the girls flew out from East coast to CA and I drove us.  The girl from East Coast met a guy; he was tall, good looking, fit, intelligent, nice but geographically undesirable and ended up spending the entire weekend with her.   Monday morning on D-day the girls and I had to leave in order for the East Coast friend to make the flight back. But her guy Click para continuar lendo »