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 make it to my home and I am too pissed to utter anything remotely pleasant to this guy. So with a scowl, I say goodbye and am 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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