This is just unbelievable. Remember The Bad Date? So Monica and Lisa went back to the Jax Alehouse the other night to meet up with Wesley, the cute waiter (which didn’t work out)–and The Bad Date, of course, was there. Now, I was not there, so I got this story second-hand; therefore, if there are any mistakes or discrepancies in it, I blame them on that. But I will try to be as accurate as possible.
At first, Monica and our friend Michael, who used to be friends with The Bad Date (he isn’t after this most recent incident; although I have trouble figuring out how he still managed to remain friends with him after hearing about the date to begin with) were playing some DeerHunter video game thing. The Bad Date came in and stood behind them and made comments about ways Monica could improve her playing (because she admittedly was not doing very well). When the thing came up for her to put her initials in, she somehow put in, “CCM” instead of her actual initials, and The Bad Date commented eloquently, “That looks like ‘cum’.”
“Cum?” Monica repeated, disgusted.
“Oh, I love the way you say that,” he said. Does this guy not just get more and more unbelievable the more you hear about him?
Later, he went to the bathroom, and then Michael followed a minute later (this was uncoordinated; apparently guys don’t operate in the same sly ways as females). They did, however, walk out together, and Michael reported the conversation thusly:
The Bad Date commented that Monica was really hot. He said she was kind of short, but he could work with that. He then asked whether Michael thought he should give Monica his phone number. Michael replied that it would not be a good idea because Monica only likes Filipino guys. (This is a blatant lie; in fact, Monica, despite being Filipino herself, prefers white guys.)
But The Bad Date, of course, paid no heed, and went to his table, grabbed a napkin, and started writing on it.
“What the hell is he doing?” Lisa said.
“I don’t know,” Monica said.
They found out a moment later when The Bad Date moved over to their table and slid the napkin (which read something along the lines of, “Hey, call me sometime” and his number) over to Monica.
Monica pretended not to see and slid a bit further away.
The Bad Date pushed the napkin closer to Monica still.
Monica, still pretending not to see, planted her elbow right on top of it and continued talking to somebody in the other direction.
The Bad Date got up, came over to Monica, tapped her on the elbow, and handed her the napkin.
“Yeah, I got it, thanks,” she said coldly (or at least, so it came out when she was telling me the story–I hope that’s how she said it to him, because it was funny).
He then asked her if she ever went to Ruby Tuesday.
“I used to go all the time, but I haven’t been in over a year,” (for obvious reasons), she told him.
“Did you ever go in there with two girls?” he said.
Monica exchanged a meaningful glance at Lisa and said, “I’m sure I did.”
“Was one of them a girl named Ginny with glasses?”
She said truthfully, “I don’t have a friend named Ginny who wears glasses.” And I do, in fact, wear contacts now.
“Oh,” he said, “it must have been somebody else. You just reminded me of someone.”
Now keep in mind, I was there about two weeks ago, and he definitely saw me more than once with them, and he kept staring at us. He definitely knows. He’s known all along. But he won’t come right out and say it.
The Bad Date then took Michael to the pool tables to point out his fuckbuddy, who seemed to want nothing to do with him and even flirted with Michael right in front of him. The Bad Date then poured out his entire sexual history to Michael (this was not extensive, as I cannot imagine there are many girls out there who would actually want to have sex with him).
As they were leaving, he kept trying to say good-bye to Monica, who kept trying not to say good-bye to him. So finally he flicked her hair playfully (*shudder*) and walked away.
I told The Mormon I am never returning to the Alehouse unless he is there with me.
“I can do that, babe,” he said. “I will be there to kiss you right in front of him.”
“Good,” I said.
“Maybe not an open-mouthed kiss….”
“It had better be an open-mouthed kiss!”
He laughed. “Well, then an open-mouthed kiss.”
So I’ll go back if he is with me. I wonder if The Bad Date would approach us. I played this whole scene out in my head where he tried to approach us and inform The Mormon that I was cheating on him with Gary–that he saw us (my gay friend who was pretending to be my boyfriend because The Mormon couldn’t go with us that day). I could see him doing something really dickish like that. I don’t know that he would be afraid to come up to us; after this latest incident, I think if he saw me again, with or without a guy, he would try something.
I told my mom this latest story, leaving out the most sexually perverse details, and she said, “Poor guy.” My mom’s thinking baffles me sometimes. How she can feel sorry for the freakiest of freaks…I guess it’s sweet, but still. She always takes the side of people who have been harassing/stalking me instead of mine, and it’s kind of hurtful, to be honest.
Who knows where this could lead?