I find myself at this moment sitting in a coffee shop in Rochester Hills waiting for a young friend of mine to show up. We made this coffee date last week and I am super excited to catch up with her.
Walking into this shop, I felt a strange sense of dread and I had an uncomfortable ache grow inside me. Suddenly, it hit me. I went on one of the worst dates ever in this exact coffee shop.
From where I am sitting, I can see the table where I awkwardly sat for an hour and a half on that fateful night. (an hour and twenty nine minutes too long for that particular date)
***Cue Flashback***
I should have known that night would not turn out well based on how it all began. I was attending OU and was actively involved in Campus Crusade there. I was starting to make a small group of friends and I had high hopes that this was going to be the Christian community I craved.
One night after CRU, a quieter new friend of mine (Let's call him "Bill") approached me and made reference to a previous weekend's Crusade event that we were both at. Bill kept saying how fun it was, and how we should do it again sometime. I agreed to the "fun" of the event and we parted ways for the evening.
After I arrived home, a girl-friend of mine from the group called me up. She was gushing about how happy she was that I had agreed to go out with Bill and that he had been working up the courage to ask me out for weeks.
Oops.
I quickly told her that I had no idea that Bill had asked me out, but that I am always willing to try anything once. More concrete plans were later made for a coffee date with Bill after the next CRU meeting.
Bill was so nervous. He barely said one word to me the whole ride to the Coffee Shop (I had to drive by the way), and when the Coffee girl asked whether we our orders were together or apart and he didn't answer (he was too busy looking at his shoes), I stepped in and firmly stated "Apart".
We took our drinks to the table and I am not sure Bill would have said anything had I not asked him questions about his life, family, interests etc... I left the questions open ended, but he still only graced me with one word answers.
Finally, I asked what his summer plans were. He said he wasn't sure but he was considering coming to SpringHill with me. (Oh boy)
The conversation as I drove him back to his dorm was as non-existent as the ride to the Coffee Shop, and as he got out of the car, he asked me if we could do it again sometime.
I shrugged and shook my head "No". His head dropped as he trudged through the snow to him dorm.
***End Flashback***
In retrospect, Bill was a very sweet guy. He was just shy and I hope that God has blessed him wit a girl who is isn't as intimidating (was that it? I still don't know) as I was.
Now it is your turn. What was your worst date ever? I would love to hear the tale.
5 comments:
LIZ! I think I almost peed my pants reading this. I have my suspicions regarding who this is about! Oh the CRU days.
Oh, my gosh! I want to have a coffee date to tell you about my worst date. It's too embarrassing for public space. Oh, and remember that guy that I was talking to as you left church on Sunday? I have a story about him, too. :)
Let's just say that when I got home my mom said, "Oh I was praying for you."
mmmmmm... 11th grade homecoming... I had a a lot of fun... no thanks to a certain boy, lets call him Shrandon.
April, I agree. We should have a coffee date to swap bad date stories. I felt bad leaving you talking to that guy. He told me his life story earlier that morning when you were in the service, so I think I have an idea what you might want to tell me:)
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