The First Date
The first date is supposed to be one of the most amazing moments of a young girl or woman’s life. The immediate chemistry, the butterflies in your stomach, that tingle you feel when he finally pops the question, ‘will you go out with me?’
For most, these six words are the start of a whirlwind romance, but for me, it is the beginning of a hell of a story.
It began with a crush.
Doesn’t it always?
He was handsome, well spoken, seemed ambitious and his smile lit up a room. I’d seen him around, and we have spoken a few times before, but it wasn’t until we ran into each other at a fair that he finally asked me out.
He invited me to the movies, and excitedly I had gotten to the theater half hour before our actual date. An hour later, he sent a text message notifying that he would be later than he expected due to traffic. He suggested if I got to the theater before him, I should purchase the tickets and he would reimburse me when he arrived.
Cool. I didn’t think much of it. I mean I was there for an hour already, and the venue was getting pretty packed, so I bought our tickets to some lame movie I can’t even remember the name of.
He finally arrived, looking like something that stepped out of a GQ magazine. I was no longer upset at the fact that he was late to our first date. We had another half hour to kill so we started the typical date small talk. During the conversation, I realized that he failed to mention paying me back for his ticket.
Without hesitation, I blurted out, “Umm, don’t forget to repay me for your ticket.”
He seemed uncomfortable after I mentioned the money and in a hushed tone replied,
“I don’t have any cash on me.”
Cue scratched record player here
“Excuse me,” I said. “I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
Then he repeated the words but somehow, I just couldn’t register them. I could not believe that this man had the audacity to invite me out and knew that he had no money.
So I’m there looking like a Japanese anime character, eyes wide open, mouth ajar, trying to decipher the language he just spoke because I could not compute what he was saying to me.
My Experience with a Broke Man
The tickets were nonrefundable, and I was unable to sell them to incoming patrons. So I had to endure the movie with this man. Not to mention my ‘get vex money’ (emergency funds) were nearly depleted because I had to pick up the tab.
To add insult to injury, I had to share my cheese patty, a single cheese patty, with him because he was ‘hungry.’ I shared that patty out of the goodness of my heart, but I was fuming.
At the end of the night, he requested a second date. In the same breath, he asked that I add credit to his cell and to pay for his cab back home.
I would like to say this was the worst date I’ve been on but sadly it wasn’t. Word of advice ladies, let your date arrive at the location first. Even if you get there early, go to a cafe or a restaurant or just walk around the park.
Gentlemen, please don’t ask a woman out to score a free meal. It’s not cute. If you feel the urge, throw your phone out the window, read a book and don’t waste any woman’s time.
Shevoneese is a media practitioner in Jamaica who has encountered several mishaps and situations in her dating experiences. She hopes that these stories will not only entertain but to help women in their quest for romance.
You can visit her blog at http://www.sheviimc.com