I had accepted a date with the Vet for this past Saturday. It was to be our first date...dip the toes in, see how things go etc. Having this first date be at a birthday party for one of his friends - probably not the best idea.
He picks me up a little late, because he had fallen asleep, and we cab to Georgetown. At the bar where he's a regular, we get some drinks and chat with his friends. There is a group meeting there before boarding a party bus to National Harbour. When his friends ask him to bartend while they go out back to smoke, I started thinking "Perhaps I should sneak out now." Ordinarily I would have, but trying to avoid drama and to push myself, I stayed on. His friends are mostly alcoholics with a penchant for drama (pot.kettle.black), so of course the night involved a fight between the bday girl and her boyfriend. Him drunkenly running off and the bday girl being carried out of the bar to the bus. I felt like a den mother.
The rest of the date ("date") went well. We went to a few other bars, danced, etc. The Vet was pretty drunk by this point and starting taking what I was saying and turning it into something weird. A fight ensues and he heads home.
Yesterday he realized what an ass he was being and has been groveling since. I'm not sure if the perks of his groveling are worth it. He plans on taking me on a real date Wednesday. I might as well give it a shot.
I also have a date with a guy I met online Tuesday. OH! I also went out of my comfort zone and messaged someone on a dating site. My first ever. I don't think he'll respond, but that's ok. He's just a Democrat version of my Republican ex anyways.
Who paid: him
Bonuses: 2 joints and a ride to work this morning
