Years back, I met this guy, he actually came to my place and knocked on my door to ask me out. I blabbed all day to my friends who said I never go out that you could actually meet someone whilst seat€ed but£ n@ked in your house, watching Friends and licking iceblock. But I digress...
We decided to go on a first date days later. I spruced up, brought out my "Beauty" gown and got ready. The date was supposed to be by 6 PM. 7 came and went. Then 7:30. Few minutes to 8 he called and blamed it on his busy work schedule, I was seething but he pleaded and pleaded. I took into consideration that on numerous occasions I had been late to dates and so many social functions so I decided to even the Karmic balance.
We got to the place and dude had already invited his friend. I overlooked it and tried to relax. That was when the conversation started between the both of them. Laughing and shouting about their university days. I tried to join the conversation but that didn't work. His friend was the one who even tried to include me.
At a point they switched to their local dialect and that was where the train left me. It was like I was an unwanted third wheel on their date. I started timing how long before my date turns to talk to me again. 45 minutes! He was so engrossed in their discussion that he didn't notice when I called my Keke guy.
When the Keke guy came, I told him I was leaving. He was shocked! Haba. Just like that? I should wait small na. Take one bottle of Smirnoff. Ok give me 30 minutes so I can finish up and drop you... I told him I had already called my Keke guy. 30 more minutes with you two? Whose cassava did I steal in my former life to deserve that? I told him the only reason I didn't sneak out was because I wanted him to know the exact reason I was leaving.
I have been on a lot of first (and last) dates where the guys brought their friends along. I asked one of them why and he said since guys normally foot the bill, they could bring anyone along. I was so pissed that I didn't even take my perfunctory bottled water. I didn't even bother making up a believable excuse to leave. I told him I had to leave because I'm sure my Landlord would be asking for me. He doesn't deserve a good lie.
A friend once narrated a similar experience to me last week. It's a terrible thing to do, and a more terrible thing to experience, especially when you've sacrificed your time, and your own friends at the moment, just to hang out with him. Thing is, the guy didn't know it was selfish of him. It showed small mindedness and how low his esteem was too.
Guys should stop the habit of bringing your friends along on a first date in order for them to "assess" her or for you to use them as a conversational bridge. It is very very annoying! If you can't carry a conversation on your own then I wonder.
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