So I went to dinner with a guy and it was time to bring the night to a close because we both had to go to work the next day. The dinner went well for the most part and we seemed to get along fine. As he was driving me home, I informed him that he made a wrong turn and was going in the opposite direction. Instead of turning around as I thought he would, he said to me “Nah, you don’t live there.” [Excuse me, but I think I know where I live] o_0 At this point, I’m thinking the dude is about to bash my head in and/or rape me, so I pull out a couple of strands of my hair and drop them on the floor (so it can be traced back to forensics of course! #CSI lol).
Anyway, my fear quickly turned into anger because I realized that he truly didn’t know where the hell he was going. Before I could even finish a sentence to explain to him where to go, he kept cutting me off saying “Nah, that’s not the way to your house. I know where I’m going.” So I shut up and let him continue to drive. Would you believe that this idiot he drove up and down every WRONG street in my neighborhood?
Unfortunately, this ordeal lasted for about 20 minutes before he gave in and asked me for directions to my house. [Hmmmmm I thought you knew where you were going j@ck@$$!] We finally made it to my home and I was too pissed to utter anything remotely pleasant to this guy. So with a scowl, I said goodbye and was finally put out of my misery. [HALLELUJAH! THANK GOD!]
THIS DATE IS OVER!
Moral of the story: everyone hates a backseat driver; HOWEVER, when a person tells you that you are driving the wrong way to THEIR house, put your pride aside and just LISTEN!
Signed,
I Know Exactly Where the H*ll I Live!
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