We all experience the dreaded nightmare date from time to time. It's unavoidable, and my worst happened just last weekend. Luckily, I was prepared, and hopefully you will be too after learning the information I've posted this week, but I figured I go ahead and share my personal experience, so you may be able to get even more insight from a real-life story. The Friend-of-a-Friend Hierarchy One of my female friends had a friend who had a friend... First mistake: I usually never go deeper than the second level (which would be a friend of my friend), because, otherwise, my friend doesn't personally know the person at the end of the chain. They simply know someone who knows her. That's like if I know someone who knows the daughter of a psychotic criminal, it's much less creepy than if I personally know the daughter of the psychotic criminal. Nightmare on Aisle 5 Ok, if you weren't able to wrap your head around that perplexing analogy above, the bottom line is I didn't have much information about this mystery girl to begin with. But, she was very attractive in the picture I saw, so I figured it couldn't hurt to take her on a low-risk "date." I'm never one to do the whole 4 hour dinner-and-a-movie marathon routine. I find it completely insane that you would want to spend that much time with someone in such a controlled and dry environment, instead of getting to know the real them in the real world. So, I tell this girl (Jill, we'll call her from now on to protect her identity and my personal safety!) I'm going to pick her up and bring her along on my grocery run... I pull up to Jill's house and ring the doorbell. She lets me in and says she has to finish getting ready (Strike 2: I'm a big fan of punctuality). Unfortunately, my hormones persuade me to push on and wait it out. I play Xbox 360 with her little brother to pass the time, and she comes down nearly 30 minutes later. On the way to Costco, she turns the radio to the local heavy metal station (Strike 3: I've got a broad musical palette, but heavy metal is one of the few genres I could never really get into), so I quickly turn it down while continuing the conversation. Cue the Horror Flick Music Here's where it gets ugly and bloody...yes, bloody! I drive a large SUV, so the drop down is higher than most people expect. As she gets out of the car, she misjudges the distance and drops like an anchor. From my vantage point, it looks like she just stumbled a bit, so I'm singing Fergie's, "You got me tripping...stumbling...clumsy cause you're falling in love...," on the way over to her side of the car. I look down to find her knee busted open, and she's balled up on the pavement crying. I tell her I've got a towel in the back, and we can wrap it and drive back to her house. She looks like she's in complete shock, refuses my help, and demands I call an ambulance. (An ambulance?!) Yes, her knee was pretty banged up, but nothing that any of us hasn't seen playing blacktop basketball. At this point, people in the parking lot are already coming over to see if everything is alright. I try to convince her a few more times to wrap it up, so we can drive back to her house. She's not having it and won't budge, so I call 911 and report this groundbreaking "emergency." The operator seems as unsympathetic as I am, but ensures me an ambulance will be there shortly. In the meantime, she finally lets me wrap a towel around her knee, so we can sit in the car and wait. Sure enough, about 15 minutes later, an ambulance from the hospital right down the street arrives (thankfully, without the blaring sirens). I motion them over to the car, explain what happened, and they just wrap some gauze bandages around her knee, telling her to wash it when she gets home and take it easy (exactly what you would expect). Silently, I drive her back to her house and help her inside. Needless to say, I haven't seen her since and will never go the "friend of a friend" route ever again, without a lot more pre-meeting contact. Sure, I couldn't have predicted the events that led to our ambulance-filled date, but I'd like to think my instincts would have picked up on some of her no-composure-having, drama-queen ways. Do you have any bad dates that could match or top this one? To share yours, or learn tons of tips and information on getting the girl of your dreams, head over to http://www.dotgirlfriend.com Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Dontell_Lobo
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