Dating Nightmare

We’ve all had them…some more than others.  There are the lucky ones (.0001% of the population) who find Mr. Right at the Sadie Hawkins dance in high school, get married, have 2.3 perfect kids, and live in blissful harmony forever.  Then there are the rest of us.  I did not find Mr. Right in high school or college.  No fairytale romances here.  A few good ones and plenty of bad ones.

One horrible experience was when I was dating “a friend of a friend”.  He sounded good on paper and seemed nice enough.  But, after a few dates the red flags started flying.  Why doesn’t he ever let me in his apartment?  Why does he never drink alcohol because if he mixes it with his “mood-stabilizing” medication bad things can happen?  Hmmm…..

I was selling my home and this “interesting” boyfriend and his brother offered to drive the moving truck for me the next day.  So, we loaded up the truck and decided to go out for dinner and celebrate my move.  My boyfriend then complained that he always had to drive and for once he wanted to have a few drinks and insisted I drive.  Fine, no big deal.

When we get to the restaurant he immediately orders an Iron Butterfly ( I don’t know what was in it and it smelled nasty).  And then a second one.  And then a third one.  I didn’t think anything of it until his personality did a complete 180 degrees and his evil twin appeared (we’ll call him Damian).

At this point, I was annoyed and threatened to leave him at the restaurant if we didn’t leave ASAP.  He gets into my car (barely) and threatens to puke the entire ride home (luckily it’s a short drive).  No sooner we arrive and he pukes and passes out on my front lawn.  Great.  To top it off, my neighbors across the street are police officers.  Brilliant.

I somehow get him to wake up and he crawls up to my front porch where he starts crying like a baby and tells me his depressing life story.  After that thrilling therapy session, I get him into the house where he spends the rest of the night face down in the toilet or laying on the tile floor praying for mercy.

The next day, his brother shows up and he convinced me he was able to drive the moving truck to my new home (over an hour away).  As I wave goodbye, I’m wondering in the back of my mind if I’ll ever see my belongings again.

Needless to say, I didn’t see him after that experience.  Nor did I date again for awhile.  No thanks.