Sarah thought she’d give Match.com one more try. After a round of on-line flirting with a good-looking, age-appropriate man, John asked her to dinner. Sarah said yes. They went to the Hayward restaurant and had a pleasant meal with lemon meringue pie for dessert.
Things are going so well. This guy might be the one.
“My ex-wife made a good lemon meringue,” John said. “Too bad she is crazy.”
Uh-oh. Here we go.
John dove into his monologue about how his crazy ex-wife between bites. He ranted on and on, through the dessert, the check, separate trips to the bathroom, and out into the parking lot. As John droned on and on, Sarah chalked up the date as another no-match Match date.
“Have you ever considered that you contributed to her craziness?” Sarah asked, getting her car keys from her purse.
”Excuse me!”
“She only packed her bags because you dared her to,” Sarah said.
“You don’t even know her,” John said, offended.
“The way you talk about her,” Sarah said, “I think you are just as crazy as she is.”
John looked as though Sarah had slapped him in the face. He got into his car, mumbled something about a waste of a date, and screeched out of the parking lot.
“Well, he’s never going to call again,” Sarah said to a passing couple, “and that’s fine with me.”
Couldda Wouldda Shouldda
If Sarah would’ve gone out with him again, John would’ve eventually stopped talking about his ex-wife so much. However, his deep mistrust in women would continue to eat away at the relationship, and sadly, Sarah could never make, serve, or order lemon meringue pie ever again.
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 