Not sure if this is the right forum but it does involve my S2000. So here it goes:

Just recently my friend thought it would be a great idea to set me up with his girlfriends friend. I knew from the beginning that this was a bad idea so I just shook it off for a few days. A few days passed and finally he coaxed me into doing it and in return he would pay for the date. What's the worst that can happen, right? Well read on and you'll find out.

So after I agreed to doing this and hearing him rant and rave about how he had 'good' experiences with blind dates I give him my e-mail address to give to the mystery girl so we can set something up. This was on a Monday. We e-mail each other back and forth and give descriptions on what we do, what we look like and all that stuff you do in a e-mail chat. So on Wednesday we make plans to do dinner on Saturday night at 7:30. Now my friend is paying for the dinner as a bargaining tool for doing this blind date. So I made reservations for 2 at Morton's steakhouse. I figured if something goes horribly wrong I can enjoy a nice piece of steak. In my mind I'm just thinking the worst possible scenarios that can happen and wondering why the hell I even considered this. More on that in the story.To make matters even worse she wanted me to pick her up and we can take my car to the dinner. I object and talk her into taking seperate cars. So far this is making it easier for me to plan an escape route if things go horrible.

Friday rolls around and I send an e-mail to make sure that we we're still on for Saturday and that nothing has changed. Shortly thereafter she sends an e-mail back stating that her car broke down and won't be fixed til' Monday. I'm sitting at my desk twiddling my thumbs contemplating what to do. I said F@#$ it. E-mailed her back and told her I'd pick her up and we can go to dinner. She replies the e-mail and is ecstatic that I'm driving. Little weird so ok. She gives me directions and we're all set. Woohoo, I can't wait.

So the big day is here, Saturday. Make it or break it day. I roll out to pick her up at her place and I've got the directions in hand. Now god only knows how she came up with these directions cause they we're no where near wear her house was. I'm driving around in circles in a neighborhood not so friendly looking. You know the neighborhoods with the tennis shoes on the telephone wires. So I called her and asked what was up with the directions and she tells me she's sorry but she forgot to put the apartment # on the directions. Wow! This whole time I'm looking for a house ! Now I'm annoyed so after about 20 minutes of back tracking I arrive at her apartment complex. Park my car as close to her unit as possible just in case a gang war breaks loose I can duck out. Park my car, step out and cautiously walk to her door. I ring the doorbell and wait for an answer. As I'm waiting I'm looking on her front porch and it's absolutely rancid. Dog crap on the floor, dead flowers, broken wind chime and some random objects thrown about. After 3-4 minutes of waiting and ringing the doorbell again she answers....................and let me tell you..............
DAMN! Freakin' sea donkey emerges. What the hell am I to do?! She invites me in and she says she needs 5 more minutes to get ready. As she turns to walk away to the bathroom I'm giving her a total look over. Head to toe and left to right. I couldn't believe I fell for this. For informative purposes this is what SHE desribed herself as: 125lbs, 5' 8", Brown hair with blonde streaks and Green eyes. Sounds hot, right? Well let me tell you what answered the door: 240lbs, 5', hair was 3-4 different colors and the eyes I didn't even get a chance to see. She smelled like B.O. her breathe stank of cigarettes and she wants to ride the S2K? Hah, yeah right. Poor S2K would look like it's hitting 3 wheel motion if she sat in the car. So as she gets ready I'm just thinking of how I'm going to get the heck out. I'm sitting on a chair in the living room and she's yelling out of the bathroom trying to talk to me as she gets ready. All of a sudden I just said F*** it! Jumped out of my chair, ran out the door, jumped in my car and booked out of there like I just robbed the place. Come to think of it I didn't even shut the door behind me. I could still hear her yelling out of the bathroom as I was headed for my car. But man-o-man it was horrible. On the way home I call my so called 'friend' and tell him the story. He's pissing in his pants from laughing. So long story short. My friend and I ended up going to the steakhouse on his dollar and we just laughed about the whole situation. I wish there was a morale of the story but you can make your own one up. Sorry it was so long.

Anyone here ever had a similar story?

 

lollllllllllll

 

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That is GREAT, sorry to laugh, ok I guess I am laughing with you and not at you, damn that sucks.

Bryan

 

This is what you do the next time:

Always assume disaster.

Before you walk in her door you phone your buddy that your walking in.

Tell your buddy to call you in 5-10min.

If you like what answers then ignore his call.

If not, answer it and make something up and Book out of there asap.

This way you won't look totally mean.

 

That seems like it requires too much planning. I liked just running the hell out and stomping the pedal. I look back on it now and I can't stop laughing.

 

What a situation. I would've done the same thing. I think your buddy knew what you were getting into.

 

As if they wouldnt think you're mean since it's totally obvious right after meeting them you suddenly have an emergancy?

 

lol sea monster thats amazing

 

iono bout u.. but i end up with the top notch ladies in my s2k... my gf doesnt know it all