Dodging the bad bullet date is inevitable for some especially when you’re in search of Mr. Right. If you are caught off guard like Aniyyah S. was on her first date with a high school crush, then you may want to invest in some good lip balm and pucker up because you can’t find Prince Charming without kissing the ugly toads.
He reminded me of Wiz Khalifa. Back when I was in high school that’s who had just come out and I had the biggest crush on him. So, when this new guy came to our high school with that same dope style I was like, “Yes!” We would see one another in the hallway but we never spoke however, he always flashed me a smile. No words, no body language…just a smile.
After our senior graduation on summer break I ran into him at Baskin Robbins and to my surprise he said hello and asked for my number. After a couple of weeks of talking on the phone, good morning texts, exchanging photos and lots of compliments to one another (me specifically telling him how I was feeling his style) we arranged to meet up at Chilis.
Things Just Ain’t The Same
So I pull up to the restaurant and he gets out of his car dressed in a white tank top, bermuda shorts, swollen black Popeye the sailor man boots and a brown leather fanny pack around his waist. “Oh hell no. What the hell happened?!” I thought to myself as we approached one another and embraced in a friendly hug. As we’re walking into the restaurant there’s another couple in front of us and just as the door is about to hit me he quickly sticks his foot out and stops the door from smacking me right in the forehead with his boot. I remember looking down at his boots and saying, “Damn those make some good door stoppers.”
What Glitters Ain’t Gold
I’m not going to lie. He was still attractive as ever it’s just that his style was not like how I remembered. I’m guessing that maybe it was because I had complimented him and he was probably trying too hard to impress me. We talked and laughed until the food came. Once the food arrived, he dug in and when I say dug in I mean…literally. This man took his stiletto, shaped pinky nail and stabbed the buffalo wing. He looked up at me and smiled. I had not only lost my appetite but I was in total shock. After finishing up our appetizer and before ordering the main course he excused himself from the table leaving his fanny pack behind.
Curiosity Killed the Cat
He leaves his fanny pack and what do I do? Being the woman I am, I look inside. This man had a nail file, unpackaged gummy bears with lint particles on them, a silver kitchen spoon, clear nail polish and three condoms.
Time to Roll Out
He comes back to the table and I tell him that I received a text from my little sister saying that she needed a ride from the mall. He offered to drive me but I declined. After that date we spoke but it was never the same.
It’s safe to say that all dates won’t be pleasurable. Don’t give up although. Date as many frogs as you like, before you find your true Prince.
Written By: Tahanee
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