Worst Date Ever
I met him when I was running home after a long day at work. He stopped his car right in the middle of the road and came over and introduced himself. He made the drivers on the street angry and the people in his car antsy, but he impressed me. I’ve had guys do odd things to meet me, but this one was bold.
He told me I would give him my number. I did. He called me the next morning. I was again very impressed. We began to talk and hang out whenever we could, but I noticed soon that when it came to keeping appointments, he was an abysmal failure. If I wanted to see him I had to go out to his house as soon as I got him on the phone. I didn’t like that.
So I gave him an ultimatum. Meet me at my friend’s house. Take me out and show me a good time. Or else, I’d simply move on to another guy. He wasn’t in doubt of that. He saw the effect I had on men. He was an example of a guy that was into me. He knew I could say the word and get a man to do whatever I asked him to. He agreed.
I went to my friend’s house and we caught up with each other. The time came for me to go came and went, but M. still had not arrived. I called him and he told me he was on his way. I waited for over an hour. Finally I called him and told him my friend was going to call me a cab. He heard the irritation in my voice and quickly told me that he’d be there in five minutes.
Five minutes later I saw him coming down the street and I smiled to myself. When the car pulled to a stop he hopped out of the passenger side and raced over to me, all apologetic smiles. I looked past him to the car and saw his cousin T. just closing the door on the driver’s side. I looked up at M. and he told me that his cousin would be with us for a short time because it was his birthday.
My friend grabbed my hand. “I don’t like the look of M.,” she whispered, “don’t go. Stay here and I’ll call you a cab. Better yet you could get K. to take you home.”
“Nah, I’m going to go. I mean he actually came all the way here. I’m still upset, but I’m going to go.”
“I’m telling you, I don’t want you getting in the car with him, there’s something about him that I just don’t like.”
“I’m going to go.”
“Ok, but call me to let me know what’s going on, okay? You have your cell phone right?”
“Yes, I have my phone.”
“Ok and she hugged me and turned into the house. I got into the car and we took off. The date took place in a park. We weren’t alone. His cousin was still with us. Sounds good so far? We were also drinking, malt liquor. I mean yes, I was seventeen when this was taking place, but this date went a long way in teaching me about standards.
They drank liquor and talked. Business stuff that I wasn’t privy to at the time, but boy were they dropping hints that I too would soon be in on this. My date M. actually asked me if I’d like to be a dancer at a club. Turned out this wasn’t so much a date as a recruitment effort.
After awhile the talk came back to me and M. mentioned that I hadn’t drank a lot of my liquor. Hmm, alright sir, I agreed to a date and you drag me out to drink liquor at a park with you and your cousin. Excuse me if I want to be alert on this date. I nodded at them, took a swig of air from the bottle and then discreetly tipped the liquor behind me.
I was zoning out because they had started to talk shop again, when I felt a hand on my breast. It didn’t even belong to my date M. but to his cousin T. I slapped him off and turned to M. to protest. He told me, “Its nothing. We share everything.”
I told him, “I’m not a thing to share. I’m a person.”
“Oh we even share my wife,” T said. I looked at him in disbelief. “Come on, it’s my birthday.” He placed his paw on my leg under my skirt hem, and tried to slide up my thigh. M. grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. He began to nibble at my fingers. I stood up and walked away towards the car. M. leapt up and grabbed me by the shoulder. “Come back, we were just playing. Sit down and drink up.”
Against my better judgment I returned to the seat, but I tipped my entire drink into the grass. I waited and started wavering around, as if I were intoxicated. T. began to kiss my shoulders. I ‘accidentally’ punched him in the nose.
“Look,” M said, “we’re nice guys. We didn’t come to get you liquored up and take advantage of you.” I looked at the bottle of malt liquor before me on the ground. “Continue,” I said. He smiled at me and kissed my neck. “I’ll drop him off somewhere. Then we’ll get to know each other.”
We got into the car and true to his word he dropped his cousin off at some girl’s house. Then he drove down the block and attacked me. He put one hand under my shirt and one hand up my skirt. He slobbered all over my face. Somehow he got his pants open and his wee willie winkie into my hand. “What are you doing?” I said.
“Getting to know you,” he said.
I jumped out the car and slammed the door hard. The window cracked a little and he jumped out after me. “I don’t want to know you,” I said. He got out and came after me. He pulled me into the car.
I looked at him, “Are you mad?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m not mad, let’s just go okay?”
I nodded and then flew back in my seat. He gunned the engine and flew down the street. I thought we were going to crash. He circled around and came back to the house where his cousin was. “We’re going to wait ok?”
I nodded at him and he sat with his hands gripping the wheels tightly. His mouth was a thin line and he looked defeated. I reached out and rubbed his shoulder. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I was about to tell him I was glad he decided to wait when I found myself flat on my back.
He had pushed back my chair and then he was on top of me. I felt his tongue plunging its way to who knows where and his hands were busy under my skirt. There was wee willie winkie again. This time I shoved him hard and he hit his head. “What’s wrong with you? Just take me home.”
He looked at me incredulously and got up left. He went to the house he had dropped his cousin off at and disappeared inside. Soon T. came out without M. He came over to the car smiling and opened the door. Two girls came out and I recognized one of them from school.
“Get out bitch,” he said beneath his breath.
“What!”
“I told you, get out. My cousin doesn’t even want you. I mean who do you think you are? You’re pretty and everything but really come on.”
“He’s going to take me home,” I said.
T. looked at me in disbelief and then I understood why his cousin sent him. If M. had come out, he’d have taken me home. I’d have made him. T. wasn’t nice. He grabbed my arm and hauled me out and threw me down.
“Go home you stuck up, uppity black bitch!”
He looked as if he was about to hit me. I scrambled to me feet and went back to the car. I felt the hit between my shoulder blades and I turned around and punched him. “I need to get my purse,” I said.
I reached into the car and took out my purse, straightened my clothes, lifted my head up and turned to walk away, not before I saw M. come out and start hugging and kissing one of the girls.
T. saw me look over at M. kissing the girl and whispered, “You wouldn’t put out. He was going to get ass tonightâÂ?¦see, you aren’t special. No matter what you look like.”
Then he shoved me. I waited before I was out of sight before I started crying. But I wasn’t out of earshot, I heard them all laughing at me. I held my head up and steeled my jaw and looked in my purse for cab fare, but I couldn’t find any. I pulled out my phone and called my best friend. “Girl, looks like I’m going to have to walk home. Just keep me company on the phone alright?”
“I’ll call you a cab.”
“Nah, I’m learning a lesson ok. Just be there for me ok?”
“Ok,” she said.
I turned and started to walk home.
