My First Bumble Nightmare cont…

Ok, so it was the Grand Lux Café, the “upscale” Cheesecake Factory… Still bad! The host takes us to a table and I get my ass halfway into the seat before I hear this guy requesting different spot. “No, this table simply will not do. As you can see, I’m on a date with a beautiful lady,” he said, gesturing toward me as the look of shock and mortification swept my face, I’m sure. The host looked at me, back at my elf-sized, morphed Mr. Potato Head and went to consult with his colleague. He came back and dragged us over to a table by a window instead. At least we had a nice view at a dirty table with sticky menus!

If you’ve never been to The Cheesecake Factory or Grand Lux Café, let me tell you that their menus are as big as a bible. They have a lot of shit. The entire time I’m trying to read this menu and get this date over with, hobbit boy is asking me a million questions. Each time I try to answer he interrupts to tell me how adorable I am. I’m called a lot of things but adorable is definitely not a descriptive word I hear often because I’m far from it. I finally stopped him and somehow managed to politely tell him to shut the fuck up for 30 seconds so I could read, we could order and I could bail. Meanwhile, I’m live-texting my friends in a group chat to try and get advice on how to ditch this guy since he had grand plans of us going bowling afterward! I agreed to dinner! That’s it, buddy! I don’t know you or like you enough to spend my entire night with you! My friends, rather than help me come up with an exit strategy, laughed at my pain and begged for more updates. Bitches.

Our server asks if we want drinks besides water. In my head I’m thinking, “Tequila. All of it. Bring a bottle.” He ordered a mango smoothie though and I sat there angrily sipping water. When his smoothie came he repeatedly insisted I try it. After saying, “No, thank you” twenty something times, I finally tried it so he’d shut the hell up. Then he asks if I have herpes. WHAT!? Wouldn’t that be asked PRIOR to insisting a stranger drink from your straw if you’re so concerned about it?? For the love of dogs, I KNOW this guy is a virgin now. I wasn’t entirely sure initially when I smelled him and saw his ill-fitting, stained clothing. NOW I was sure.

I think this guy has Asberger Syndrome now. When our server asks us what we want, he asked her which salmon dish he liked. Huh? She looked at me and I just shrugged. I don’t fucking know this guy. She then reads to him directly from the menu so he knew what everything was. He’s still not sure. He knows he likes one of the salmon dishes and he does not like the other. He can’t. Figure. This out. Pick one!!! Fucking pick! He finally picks one and when it gets to the table he realizes it’s NOT the one he likes so he eats only the top of the salmon and explains that he does eat anything green. I can’t. I’m done. Throwin’ in the napkin now.

“Oh, darn,” he says, after checking a message on his phone. “I’m on-call for work today and they need me to do something. Want to come to my place and watch me nerd-out before we go bowling?” Fuck no, pal. I have to get the hell out of here. Now my brain is working and I use his being 45 minutes late for our date as my out. “Oh, shoot! As fabulous as that sounds, I promised my friends I was going to meet them later. Too bad you were so late for this awesome date. Gotta go!”

He pays. We leave. He tries to kiss me. I cringe and pull away FAST. I was beyond ready for a shot and a beer. My friend who initially told me to abort this mission before I even ventured to Dave and Buster’s was bartending at my neighborhood bar, where I’ve been way too regular for way too long. I hopped in a cab and told him to speed and get me there. Before I even got to the bar this guy was texting me about another date. When you sit across from someone for over an hour and they never smile once, do you really think anything is going well enough for date #2??

When I walked (clumsily ran) into Nisei Lounge, my friend looked like an alcohol angel, bathed in the pink light from the neon sign on the cooler behind her. I made it. I was in heaven. I went through hell to get there but being there now was all that mattered.