Meet Cat Lady. She’s our feline-loving, late twenty something who likes gold with chocolate on the inside, long walks on the in-house treadmill and watching re-runs of ‘How I Met Your Mother.’ And she’s documenting her search for true love on her blog Soon2beCatLady for the world to see. We managed to get her to divulge her best dating story, and if you can top this one we’ll be very impressed!
“Of course, I can’t tell you what the perfect first date is. But if you can’t be magical, at least be memorable. Just don’t follow in the footsteps of my best date ever (which also happens to be my worst date ever.) I almost wish this date wasn’t memorable:
I didn’t even know Jackass Jake. I allowed a friend of mine to set me up with a friend of her boyfriends. We met up at a posh bar, and took a booth in the corner. I ordered a glass of wine, he ordered a Jack and coke. And then he would not stop talking. (I thought that was my job…) I tried to chalk it up to nerves, but when I tried to interject with a story of my own, he interrupted, changed the subject and ordered another drink.
Forty five minutes into the constant babble, and I was wishing that the date would be over so I could go home and snuggle my imaginary cat. (I only had one at this point.) The dating Gods then smiled down upon me, and Jackass Jake told me that he was going to run outside for a smoke. Finally, a break! Except he never came back. I checked outside, even the men’s bathroom. He was gone, and left me with the tab.
Still in shock, I called my friend to let her know what had happened. She wasn’t far away at another bar with her boyfriend, and told me to head there. Another drink sounded like a great idea to soothe my bruised ego, so I went. Guess who showed up about twenty minutes later? That’s right, he sauntered over to our table and acted like nothing had even happened! Luckily, it didn’t take him as long to disappear from this place, and the rest of the night was spent drinking far too much alcohol.
My friend and her boyfriend insisted I spend the night at theirs, as I was far too intoxicated to drive. They lived close by, and I agreed. I got comfortable on the couch and fell asleep. At nearly 3:00AM I woke up because I was being tapped on the face. It was Jackass Jake. (My friend neglected to tell me that her boyfriend lives with Jackass Jake. You don’t know uncomfortable this can be until you’ve experienced this.) “Hey. You can come sleep with me in my bed if you want.” Really?! I politely declined that offer.”
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The Cat Lady’s dream date night outfit: