guest blog: worst date ever

hey kiddos!

today's blog comes to you via zack of easter closet.

oh here he is:

he even LOOKS important!

and he's totally funny and stuff.

anyway, he and i decided to swap blogs today, so go ahead and read about his worst date ever and then head over to his blog to read about my worst date ever.

but with no further ado, here is zack's woeful tale...

The Worst Date Ever

It was a double date--I asked out this beautiful girl I didn't know too well, and set up my roommate with my cousin. Fail-proof date. Fun no matter what....? Right?

Wrong.

We started off going mini golfing (I was only a few months home from the mission, don't judge). We get to the first hole and she decides she is going to kick everyone's golf balls. Funny...kinda.

Then she does it on hole #2.

And #3.

And then decides she is going to jump to hole #10.

Then she hit someone else's ball that wasn't even in our group.

We were done early, needless to say.

So off to dinner. At this point I was just trying to salvage the night. We sit down and she proceeds to start talking to my roommate and then asks him out on a date for the next weekend. My "I'm Done" meter was pretty high right about here.

In a pathetic attempt to add some humor to the date, I mentioned that a sheep truck had just driven by (it had). She incredulously inquired (+2 point alliteration) how I knew that. I teased that I had been in the sheep truck driving union for a few years (I hadn't).

And I kid you not, she responded with, "Well, while we're in the lying mood--I'm having a great time and would love a second date."

Silence. A fork dropped in the other room.

I raised my hand for the waiter. When she asked what I was doing, I told her that I was going to cancel our order. She said she wanted to eat. I told her it was her choice, but I was ready to go.

Then I couldn't take it. I asked, "Okay, if you were to go on 100 first dates, how many of them turn into second dates?"

"How many do you think?" She responded. Not the right answer.

"Based on tonight, I can safely assume, not very many."

I took her home.

The next day she bumped into me on campus and I offered her some advice, "on the house. If you want to go on second dates, you need to treat guys better. That really was one of the worst dates I have ever been on." (I put it gently.)

BUT, in true form of irony, she ended up being one of my best friends. And although she is married with a kid and has since unfriended me on Facebook--I wish her the best and I'm sure she does me.

So from strangers to worst date to best friends back to total strangers...I think in the end, life has its way of evening things out.