WORST DATE EVER

So I have been thinking about funny things that happened to me in the past and I decided to write about my worst date ever. We all have a worst date ever story and so I thought I would share mine. This is a true story, none of it is made up or even exaggerated. And everyone that knows me knows that I used to have a tendency to exaggerate.  Like if there were 10 people somewhere, I would say 100, just to get  my point across. Not to blatantly lie, I guess just to  make the story a teensy bit better. Since reaching my late 30s, I have been working really, really hard not to exaggerate at all.  So this my friends is my true story of my worst date ever.  The year was 1989, I was in college. There was this guy named John that I had been checking out when I lived in the dorms when I was a freshman. He thought I was cute and I thought he was cute but because of his hectic track and field schedule, we just never got around to going out. It was just always one of those things where his friend told me he liked me and I told his friend I liked him but we never really talked other that smiling at each other. Fast forward now to 1993, my senior year, and I see him at my home away from home, a bar.  We talk and he says how he wanted to go out with me so we decide to go on a date.  He picks me up at my house and proceeds to tell me that he has to go to the mall to return some pants. I thought it was a set up and that when we got to the mall, he would have some kind of romantic surprise waiting for me.  No, it was exactly as he said. He had to return some pants.... Okay, so that was weird, no?  You're so busy that you have to consolidate your dates and your errands?  He literally spent like 30 minutes picking out more pants after he returned the ones we came to return.   Did I mention that we barely talked the whole car ride to the mall which was almost 30 minutes?  And I love to talk!!!  So then he suggests we go to Pizza Hut because and I swear he said this "my friend works there and we can get free pizza and beer."  Wow, this guy is smooth. So once again I am waiting for him to say something like "just kidding" but nothing. He's serious.  So I figure what the heck, beer is always good.  So we order and we get a pitcher of beer with those small 6 ounce plastic mugs for the beer. He pours me one and him one and then he says he has to go to the bathroom. So 20 minutes later he comes out of the bathroom. I figured he had some type of stomach problems, obviously he's got the rhea or something, what guy is in the bathroom for 20 minutes if he's not crapping or whacking?  Anyway, so I finish my 6 ounce beer (which I was slowly nursing) and he comes out of the bathroom finally, notices that I drank my beer and says "wow, what are you some kind of alcoholic???" to which I did not reply, I just poured another one.  Once again, I was waiting for a "just kidding, sorry I took so long" but no, he is serious.   This was a 6 ounce beer people, not 12, not 24.  And yes, I probably am some kind of alcoholic but most guys love a drunk chick on a date!  What kind of loser would ever complain that his date is drinking too much?  So we sit and eat our free pizza and then we go to a movie that he did pay for and then he drove me home.  I think we literally said 10 words the whole night after the pizza place and then he dropped me off and I thought, "wow, all this time I thought he was just shy but he is just a dumb jock, he literally has nothing to say.  So thanks John, for my worst date ever!!! Please ladies, email me your worst date ever stories!  I would love to hear them.