We've all had dating disasters- this story is no exception. It happened about 6 years ago. I had been single for quite some time and was ready to get back into the dating scene after the end of a long term relationship. To put it simply- I'm not good at dating. It's awkward, it's uncomfortable, it's just not for me.
Enter, this guy. Let's call him 'Schmaniel.' I met Schmaniel at a friend's wedding. We had a really cute story too- we both saw each other from across the room, each inquired separately about each other, yada yada yada. We eventually began a conversation, and it turned out that we had a lot in common. We quickly exchanged numbers and were extremely eager to begin the awkward 'getting to know each other' phase.
Over the following week we had several phone conversations. These conversations got pretty serious, pretty fast, and always ended with me explaining that I am just getting over my ex boyfriend and will probably be slower paced about getting into another relationship.
Schmaniel lived about 4 hours north of me which posed a serious problem- we needed to see each other again- now. Here is the plan we devised: I was going to pick him up from the airport near me and drive him home (he was getting home from a vacation). We would stay a night there, drive home to my house, stay a night there, and the following day drive to a concert that was conveniently located at about the half way point between our cities.
From the moment it happened I knew that I would never live this down. And so I decided to embrace it. And tell whoever will listen.
And that, my friends, is the creep five.