Worst Date Ever! (#34)

The worst date of my life? Hmmm...there have been a few. But, one takes the prize as the worst. I think it was my junior year of college, and I had a friend who lived in Grand Rapids, Michigan named Amy. We had gotten close during the first semester, and she invited me home to her house one weekend in the spring. She had an ulterior motive—to set me up on a date. Now, I didn’t have much dating experience, but I knew I should be suspicious. Set ups never really worked out. This guy (I think his name was Craig?) was great friends with Amy’s boyfriend, and she spent lots of time telling me how wonderful he was. How hot he was. How she wouldn’t set him up with just anyone. He was so spectacular, in fact, that he had won the coveted Mr. Grand Rapids title. I didn’t know what that meant.

The night of the date, I was nervous. I’m sort of shy when I meet new people, and he had been so hyped up. Plus, I knew it was really, really, really important to Amy that we hit it off. It was almost like her reputation was on the line.

I was disappointed. He was balding a little, and his muscles didn’t make up for his lack of conversation skills. We went to a local club, and the most vivid image I have in my mind is off him dancing like a fool to “Pump Up the Jam.” There weren’t enough amaretto stone sours in the entire city of Grand Rapids to make the evening less painful.

At the end of the night was the obligatory kiss. Ugh. Needless to say, Amy was disappointed!