The Worst Date I Ever Went On
Getting Headbutted was really something.
I had never left a date more confused in my entire life.
I was sixteen years old. I know what you’re thinking. You were just kids. It couldn’t of been that bad..
Let. Me. Tell. You.
When I was young and naïve, I had this idea in my mind that everything would go a certain way. The perfect statements and comments would be made. It was all going to be a whole bunch of butterflies.
Really dumb. Really, really high expectations. I look back and feel bad for the kid that took me out. He never had a chance with my romantic expecting self. Lord.
This wasn’t why the date was bad. As an adult, there are just parts of a date that won’t surprise you when it’s two teenagers. There are some parts of this though that are not good. They just simply are not okay.
First and foremost, his choice of a date movie was a Saw movie. You know the whole “Wanna play a game” movie? Where people are sawing off their own arms and chewing off there legs? Yea, that one. Very gruesome choice for a first date. Thank God, I liked horror movies.
Everything is going completely normal. We meet up and we share a couple comments. Make a little conversation. Buy our tickets. Perfectly normal. At this point, I’m not really concerned. I’m actually still giddy about it.
We enter the theatre with our $15 sodas and $20 popcorn. (Side Note: What are they doing with all this money that they charge us? I mean come on. Anyways.) We get settled into our seats and the lights dim.
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS WEIRD.
As the movie starts, he leans in and asks “Are you okay?”
I’m a little confused. I’m not sure why I wouldn’t be okay. Maybe he’s just being super sweet. He just cares a lot about me. Oh the brain of a 16 year old.
I smile and nod at him and then turn back towards the movie. I didn’t think anything of this. We went about 20 minutes before the next part of this began. As I’m facing the screen, a breeze hits the side of my face and my hair blows just a tad in front of my eyes. That’s weird. I turn and he has lips puckered. He had just blown on the side of my head.
Like, sir, what are you doing? Why are you doing that?
I turn towards him, slowly, and he asks, “Are you okay?”
I’m now a little weirded out. Like, I’m not to the point of going to the bathroom and never coming back, but my giddiness is starting to get smaller.
If he had stopped in this instance, I would have thought him strange, but I still would have had positive feelings towards the date. However, this is not where it ends. He continues to blow on the side of my head and ask me if I’m okay every 15–20 minutes.
You would think it couldn’t get worse than this, but it does.
Remember back in the day when we crammed so much mousse and gel into our hair and scrunched to the point of it looking like noodles? That was my situation on this date. Good to know fact: You cannot brush your hair when it’s like this or run your fingers through it.
Did that stop him? No sir.
He tried to be smooth and do the whole stretch move, but instead of putting his arm around me, he attempts to run his fingers through my hair. Unfortunately, he was rather aggressive and I wasn’t paying attention. My neck and head were relaxed. So when he put his fingers in my hair and pulled, he hit my head on the back of the seat.
I was little taken back by this. At this point, the movie was almost over and I was praying it was almost over.
The final act of the night happened outside the movie theatre. Bless his heart. I was leaned against the brick wall talking to him. He randomly moves in to kiss me, but misses. Instead, he headbutts me and my head bounces off of the brick wall. About that time, my friend pulled up and I said my goodbyes as quick as possible and skedaddled up out of there.