Sometimes you sense a red flag while on a first date… other times you sense SEVERAL RED FLAGS. This is from a submission from the new PORTLAND DATING DISPATCH blog called, “You, Sir, are a Douche.”
The first warning sign is when he asked me to pay for my $2 soda. I don’t expect for men to pay my way on a date, but if you ask me to pay $2 for my drink while you are settling your $20 tab, you are a cheapskate.
I decided to stick around to see really how awful he was- the story in the end would be worth it I reminded myself. Plus, I stupidly left my favorite hat in his car and I wasn’t willing to sacrifice my hat to the God of Bad Dates. For the next two hours, I endured him detailing all of the women who he was currently sleeping with, or were interested in him—but according to him, none of them were really good enough, because he was a lawyer! And most were just old and desperate and trying to trap him, even the really beautiful one.
Really? This guy?
Ugggggghhh, we hear ya, girlfriend! But she has even more to say, so read the rest here! Do YOU have an interesting true dating story? Submit it to the completely anonymous, PORTLAND DATING DISPATCH—where we are interested in you, and we’re not lawyers.
