Wow, My Date Sucked!


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by Opal S. (15, F, West Branch, MI)

"I met him when I was 14, in high school, but didn't go on a date him until I was a sophomore in high school and he was a freshman in college. He came and picked me up and we went to a pizzaria in a neighboring town. We were the only customers in the restaurant. He ordered a pizza for both of us and we had quiet conversation. At one point, I realized the manager and our server were arguing in the kitchen, which was around the corner from where we were seated. We could hear the manager belittling our waitress, and eventually I could hear her crying in the back. I felt terrible for her!

When I started dating (and before I had a job, as was the case on this excursion), my mom would give me a few bucks that she called "mad money" - in case I found my date was a jerk, I would have a couple bucks to call or get home. I hadn't had to use it on the dates with this guy, he worked for a good newspaper and had never expected me to pay when he asked me out, so I didn't worry about it on this particular date. ...But right about then I was wishing I had a few extra bucks so we could leave her a great tip - that might help lift her spirits.

When the bill came, I gave our waitress a pained sympathetic look, not knowing what I should say to her, if anything. When she left the table, my date asked me if I had any money. "What?"

He said he was running late to pick me up and didn't grab his credit card, and that he needed some of his cash for gas money to drive back to school. He had enough for the bill, but nothing for a tip. I was shocked - I wouldn't have ate if I knew that was the case, and I hadn't thought to discuss it with him before we left the house. I had nothing. I was mortified. I said, "Please leave her a tip and I will give you some gas money when we get back to my house."

He said no and wouldn't listen to my reason.

We left and I was thoroughly upset with the whole situation.

When we were walking to the vehicle, I spotted a $10 bill laying in the alley a few yards ahead of us. I said, "Oh look!" I was so relieved! We could take it back in to the waitress!

My date ran ahead of me and snatched up the bill, wadding it up in his fist, "Oh this is my lucky day!"

I stopped in my tracks, flabberghasted. "We're taking that back inside for that server. Right?"

He laughed in my face, "No way! This is mine!"

I wanted to knock his head off. He didn't listen to any of my pleas or argument to have pity on our server. I told him I would give him gas money when we got back to my house. He ignored me.

When we got home, I made it very clear to my date that I considered his priorities out of line, and that I was embarrassed and angry. I made it clear he shouldn't ask me out again. The next day I pulled money out of my long-time savings account and drove it out to the server at the pizzeria, apologizing profusely for leaving without tipping her."