Zephyr Alexian
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I've had a few prissy dates, but this is one I'll never forget.
A few years ago, I took one of my friend's younger siblings (yes she was 18 knuckleheads) to her prom. It was at this ritzy Hilton around our area and her folks paid for this ridiculous limo, so I went along w/ it.
Apparently, I had her brother/Mother and Father's trust since I rarely if ever openly speak about sex.
I guess in their minds, that equated to goodness, I dunno.Oh yeah: funny sidestory. Her Dad wanted to chat with me before we went, so he invited me over for dinner, and said that he had things to discuss w/ me. I go over, and the same guy who I usually see when I'm w/ his son is trying to indirectly ask me the type of questions that people do to analyze. Maybe he thought he was slick; again, I don't know.
He asks me what I wanted in life, what I thought about the bonds of friendship, and how big a role trust played in my life.
This is one evening, and he's going crazy. Understandable, but not really problem.I reflected his questions w/ the exact same ones directed towards him; this guy loves to talk, so he just kept going and I kept nodding like my utmost attention was his. [In terrible conversations, I basically stare, nod, and blink my eyes in a mechanical way when my mind is somewhere else, daydreaming, thinking about my sched, etc. . . . I can't believe how effective it is.]
After he finishes this long talk, he tells me that I answered every question right, even though I didn't answer anything. I asked him what he thought, so I guess that was his point. His daughter finally comes in and tells him to leave me alone[she was more upset about it than I was; I was kind of indifferent to it]
Back to the story: I go to this girl's house and take those crappy sentimental pics for her folks (I HATE taking pictures.
), and we leave. The story becomes crazy when we arrive at one of the Cheescake Factory's(fairly upscale formal rest.) around our area. Her dependable Father made reservations for the wrong one, and the location we were at was booked through that entire night.This is when the fireworks started: It's one of the few times I've actually witnessed a petite young woman try to physically beat someone; my date was trying to take out her frustration on this poor greeter/attendant and their was nothing he could, so I felt sorry for him. I didn't know how anal she was about stuff until this happened, and I tried to calm her down. (there were 1/2 dozen of us, yet she was the only fireball in the group) When I tried to reason w/ her, she gave me the most homicidal look w/ her green peepers and it basically shut me up for awhile. (her brother and I still laugh about that because he'd said that she was a handfull, but I'd never really believed him.) Obviously, we can't eat now, so we leave and head for the Limo that was supposed to park in a public enclosed lot a block away. Our driver was nowhere to be found. This added to the crazy broad's rage and she started blaming every one. First, it was her stupid best friend's problem for suggesting this limo service. Then, it was my fault for not wearing a caramel suit w/ lavender like she'd asked me to.(**** that, I wore a black chinese three piece.
) The complaining didn't stop.She calls her parents - who called the limo company - who called the clueless driver out in the field. He comes back to pick us up and she curses this poor guy out. It was funny at first for the shock factor alone, but my common sense came back pretty quickly, and it became very disturbing.
The restaurant was a bit of a distance from the hotel ballroom where here festivities were held, so we listened to this all the way to the place. (The worse thing is that one of her friends[this really hot egyptian girl] had no date, and was one of the nicest people I'd ever met)
We arrived to her actual prom about an hour before it was over; to top this off, she said that it sucked about 15 mins after we went to a table, danced, and drank some of that nasty fruit punch. I was annoyed at this point because I'd told her all along that stuff like this is over-hyped, and a letdown if you look forward to it. After another one of her tangents, she grabbed my hand, put it on her hip, and said that tonight's 'emotional rollercoaster' was too much and she needed to forget about that.
Her after party was at a bowling alley(haha, I didn't know why; bowlings okay, but I'd rather eat their french fries than bowl) afterwards, and I was kind of debating on whether I should leave her under the impression that I was going home and talk to her egyptian friend. I decided not to, more out of respect for her brother than her attitude. I take her back to her house(the limo was only paid for for destination to dining location and prom facility) and go inside w/ her. Um, this is pretty weird, but she takes my hand and pulls me up the stairwell while her dad (the guy who'd grilled me before) just says 'hello' and grabs a glass of belvy.
I just nodded my head and went up to her room. Normally, I don't know if I'd necessarily do that, but after all the trouble of the evening, I ****ed her brains out. At times it was pretty loud and no one seemed to care. (well, her brother wasn't there, but her folks were, and they just seemed to ignore this type of thing.) When I left the following morning, her dad asked me if I wanted to eat breakfast w/ them, and I was kind of taken off guard by folks who were so liberal w/ this kind of thing. (My parents were a lot more strict about this; if I had tried to pull this stunt after my prom, my folks would've flipped.)
A few days later, this nutcase calls me up and asks me if I want to take her to our first 'real' date at a movie, since we're a couple now. I told her sure, but I never showed up and turned my phone off. The next time I saw her brother(weeks later), I thought he was going to raise an issue about it, but he just seemed to be in denial about it, or he was never made aware of the situation. I said nothing about the last part of the night, but we had some laughs over her fiascos at the restaurant. I've seen his sister a few times also, and she's cool w/ how things played out; normally, most females usually act funny about things like that - at least the women that I've met. After the stunts she pulled on her 'special night', I thought she was going to freak out, but it didn't happen. Every thing is fairly normal on the occasion when I go visit them, and her folks even talked about how I took their daughter to her prom at one of their dinner parties, and said that I was a very responsible, mature young man.
