I have heard that driving long distances with someone you are dating is a good way to get to know them, and it’s true. I have been on many long car rides with people I have been dating, and I’ve found out lots of things about them I may not have known otherwise. Although this is a good practice with someone you have been dating for a while, I would not recommend this for a first date… just trust me on this one, don’t do it– no matter what. I have done it before and while it can turn out well on occasion, for the most part, as in this case I’m about to tell you, you just end up in a car for a really long time, hating life and thinking about how bring single until the day you die seems like a great idea for the time being.
So, as all date stories go, the guy generally asks out the girl via the phone, in person (if you are daring enough), or now it’s apparently ok to ask someone out through a text message which still just seems stupid to me. So I, being the guy, called up a girl that I had met at a Young Single Adults (YSA) conference a few weeks earlier. We’d been talking to on a regular basis since meeting, so after some discussion I asked her on a date to which she agreed, but she wasn’t sure about her schedule because she was working weird hours. I said I would call back the next day to set up the time and place.
The next day I called her back as planned and she had some great news for me–she had gotten some free tickets to a musical her friends were starring in. I agreed as the musical was in an area that is very well known for putting on great performances, and there was a free dinner beforehand, so all we had to do was get there. I thought it sounded great as it was pretty much a free night for the two of us and all I had to do was pick her up and drive us there. Now because of the area I live in, it was an hour drive to her house, and then another hour after that to the place we needed to go. I thought that an hour in the car alone with her wouldn’t be too bad because we had already had great conversations and I hoped that that would just continue in the car. So, despite my own rule not to drive long distances on first dates, I agreed and it as off to the dinner theatre that weekend.
The date got off to a slow start. She was only 20% ready by the time I arrived at her house to pick her up and I had to wait alone staring at a wall for 40 minutes while she got her things ready to go. I mean, sure, I can understand if she is running a few minutes late, but 40? That is a bit long for me– thanks. Nevertheless, I decided to let it slide and not ruin everything over having to wait for a bit.
So, after my wait we finally got into my car and on the road for the trip down to the theatre. The ride there was honestly great. We had a great conversation and discussed all kinds of interesting topics. The long drive flew by like it was only 10 minutes. As we were waiting to pick up our tickets and get in the theatre to find our seats afriend of the girl I was with came up and started talking to us.
…this is where the date goes bad.
So, as I was standing there with my date and her friend, their chat moved on about people I didn’t know and things that were happening in their lives. Instead of just standing there staring at the two of them while they talked, I started to look around at all the posters and signs about the other shows that were going on in the area. Once I turned my back, two seconds could not have passed before I heard something that ruined the entire date. You know when people whisper too loud and everyone can hear them? Well, someone should probably fill these ladies in because here’s a little secret: turning my back doesn’t mean I still can’t hear you talk about me 2 feet away in your half whispering voice. Here is the conversation:
Friend: I thought you already had a boyfriend?
Date: Yeah I do and he is so hot and sexy.
Friend: Then what are you doing here with this guy then and who is he?
Date: Oh, well the guy I am with wants to have sex really bad and I can’t because of my religion. We are supposed to wait until marriage and this guy (referring to me) goes to my church and I know he won’t try to sleep with me tonight, and I needed a ride down here for the show because this is the last night it is on.
At this point my friends told me I should have said, “Hey, I forgot my wallet in the car, I’ll be right back” and just left her there to find her own way home. I have to admit I did think about it, but I’m just not that guy so I said nothing and went into the show.
Once we found our seats we were informed that we had missed the dinner by about an hour (remember the time I spent waiting for her to get ready?) and that for the rest of the night they would only be serving drinks. So there I sat, hungry and pretty upset about being used as a taxi service because the other boyfriend didn’t have a car. When the show finally ended we were both very hungry as we didn’t eat dinner so it was off to find somewhere to eat. Now I know what you are all thinking, why didn’t I just call her out and call it a night? Well, it was a long drive home if you are fighting with your passenger and also I was really hungry and wanted something to eat before my 2 hour drive home. So, after a short walk we found a place to eat where I ignored the fact that I was just a taxi ride and tried to have a civil conversation. When the bill came, she opened her purse and said “Oh, I forgot my wallet”. By now the night was just beyond ridiculous–not only was I a taxi but I was also Unicef and paying for her meals. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am not a cheap guy by any stretch of the imagination, but this was different. I pay for almost all of my dates and have no problems doing so (it’s the way I was raised, like opening doors for girls, etc), but if you already have a boyfriend and expect me to pay for everything, you are pure out of luck. I sat there in disbelief at what I was hearing and just paid for her dinner and headed straight for the car to get home as fast as I could.
The car ride home was awkward to say the least. I am pretty sure she knew I was on to her by this point, so the conversation died and an awkward silence filled the car. Fortunately she fell asleep, or at least pretended to which saved me from having to come up with conversation topics other than, “So I hear you have a boyfriend that is super hot and wants to sleep with you really bad”. Finally the night came to an end when we finally reached her house. Being the gentleman that I am I still walked her to her door to say goodnight, expecting nothing more than a hardy handshake and a “I never will return your call again so don’t bother trying” from her. To my surprise I got a hug with, “Will I see you around?”. To that I replied, “Probably not” and then promptly turned around and drove home, never to see or talk to her again.