My one and only blind date: A friend of a friend of a friend of my friend was visiting from out of town, and wanted a "night out in the big city". I very reluctantly agreed, and a group date (3 couples) was arranged. I suggested a hip-hop dance club that had just opened near me.
My "date" began the evening by refusing to make any conversation whatsoever, not even to tell me his last name or what he did for a living. He then segued into a repertoire of "101 N-----r Jokes" (we 6 were the only white folks in the place). Seeing I wasn't impressed, he proceeded to get completely drunk.
When I ditched him and began dancing, he started a bar fight that spilled into the parking lot and became a miniature race riot, where my date and his two equally obnoxious, racist, a-hole buddies proceeded to get the ever-lovin' sh*t kicked out of them by 5 or 6 very big, very pissed-off black guys.
My friend became hysterical, screaming "Can't we all just get along?"
After scraping half our number off the asphalt, we tried to load everyone into the van, hoping to avoid the rapidly approaching police sirens. My "date" refused to move, called me several foul names, then pulled a knife out of his boot and put it in my face.
My "date" began the evening by refusing to make any conversation whatsoever, not even to tell me his last name or what he did for a living. He then segued into a repertoire of "101 N-----r Jokes" (we 6 were the only white folks in the place). Seeing I wasn't impressed, he proceeded to get completely drunk.
When I ditched him and began dancing, he started a bar fight that spilled into the parking lot and became a miniature race riot, where my date and his two equally obnoxious, racist, a-hole buddies proceeded to get the ever-lovin' sh*t kicked out of them by 5 or 6 very big, very pissed-off black guys.
My friend became hysterical, screaming "Can't we all just get along?"
After scraping half our number off the asphalt, we tried to load everyone into the van, hoping to avoid the rapidly approaching police sirens. My "date" refused to move, called me several foul names, then pulled a knife out of his boot and put it in my face.
I was beyond done with this guy, these people, and this whole scene. I reached into my imaginary bag of Mrs. Potato-Head accessories, put in my angry voice and crazy eyes, and told him to go ahead, try it, and we'll see just which one of us goes home in pieces.
He got in the van without another word.
Next day he told my friend that he thought I was really cool, and asked her if I'd go out with him again.