"Erica" called my cell and said she was running about five minutes late, but would try to hurry.
On a first date when I was a freshman in college, we were going to go to the reservoir for the afternoon on a beautiful Indian Summer day.
First, we had to "get some cash." He took me to a blood bank to donate plasma!
Uh--no, I really just wanted to get to know you better, and, having these people around just makes it harder?
Surprisingly, the dinner went fairly well, "Erica's" friends were pretty funny, and we laughed a lot.
I thought dinner would be us chatting about our work and what's new in our lives. I finally told him I really wasn't feeling well and had to leave. Instead he drove me to a different bar and insisted I sit down and "drink the taste out of my mouth". I told him I was going to go into the bar and call a cab if he didn't drive me home immediately.