The Song:
Telephone by Lady Gaga
Does she really need an introduction? I mean, who doesn't love themselves some Lady Gaga?!
The Date:
Note to Self: Never go on a date again with a guy who follows you to your car (which was parked in an alley downtown) to ask you out.
So with that being said, the worst I figured that could come out meeting a complete stranger for a date would be a funny story - but at this point I think I have a stage 5 clinger on my hands!! So my date looked like a cross between Lou Diamond Phillips and Colin Farrell - he was also a doctor who lived in Rittenhouse (jackpot right!?)...so we head to Tria on a Sunday where Doc tells me he can only stay for a bit and not really drink because he had cases to read over. Fine with me, esp on a first date..you should always have an escape out of there incase it's horrible. So about 2 hours and 9 belgium beers later (for Doc, not me) I decided it was time to go - Doc started to get loud, his eyes were half closed, and basically spitting all over himself. I quietly ask for the check which then leads Drunk Doc (as we'll now call him) into even more of a fit. I told him if he wants to stay here that's fine but I am out of here...he pays, walks me (well he stumbled) to the car, and I make it home from the city in record time while never looking back. This date was in the beginning of May - he has since called my phone 19 times and has left 17 voicemails. I have yet to return one call! So I'm kind of wondering how someone who graduates from med school can't pick up on the hint that "Im kinda busy, k-kinda busy"
So if your ever downtown and you see a Lou Diamond Philips/Colin Farrell look alike creepin around - can you give him the memo that I'M NOT INTERESTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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