Out-smarting Myself

         Many, many years ago there was a guy that wanted to date me and would not leave me alone. I tried the polite route and that didn’t work, I tried being unavailable which meant that I didn’t answer my phone for weeks. I decided that I would finally try something a little unorthodox; I would go out with him and be as irritating and as unpleasant as I could possibly be. I got us thrown out of a movie because I wouldn’t stop talking, I tried to embarrass him at dinner by complaining about the food and the restaurant and the lighting of the restaurant and just everything I could think of. We left the restaurant and I thought I’d done reasonably well to show what an undesirable girl I really was. I was the one to drive us on our “date” as I was not into being stranded or hit up with unreasonable suggestions from a guy to be taken home. As I was driving him back to his car he said he needed to make a stop and could I swing over a block or two? It would take only a second he assured me. I rolled my eyes and said “fine” and drove him to his destination, contemplating leaving him there to further my undesirable-ness. He got out at this big house and asked me to join him, I was not jazzed about this but reluctantly agreed thinking that this was a friend’s house and I could really throw all my charm out the window here and show that I am not datable or good enough for this guy. Boy, was I about to learn my lesson. This was the home of his parents and he thought that I was such a great girl that he wanted to get the preliminaries out of the way and have us meet. I can’t even convey the horror that traveled through me at this point. I didn’t have it in me to be rude to parents, even these parents who obviously didn’t teach their son a thing about girls and manners and the right kind of girl who needs to have manners, etc. We left, I took him to his car and I ran, ran like hell for home, thankfully he didn’t know where “home” was for me.