A good friend of mine decided to fix me up with a guy from her office named Andy. She told me that he was really attractive, made great money and was hilarious...hello perfect man please come my way! She gives him my number and we chat for a few times before the big date. I chose to go to a well known Chinese restaurant and he chose to pick me up at home instead of meeting him there.
The day of the big date, I had an old friend over helping me get ready. When Andy got there she went downstairs first to check him out, came back up saying if I didn't want to go that she would go...this guy was HOT! (Score!) Nervous as all hell, I went down to meet him and she definitely right... He was one of the hottest guys I had seen in awhile! His car was beautiful, he was very polite, and I thought this was going to be a just fantastic date.
We sit down, he orders a bottle of my favorite wine, and the conversation was going great. I started to notice him looking around a lot, couldn't sit still, and he was sweating. I mean this kid looked like he was about to run out of this restaurant. I obviously start thinking like a dumb girl. I was going over everything in my head, like what did I say wrong and what did I do to make him this uncomfortable? (Don't ever turn into the dumb girl...you look pathetic) even though he seemed uncomfortable, he was talking a lot, so his nerves started to calm a little bit. He mentioned that he went to a party school in southern Illinois, he asked if I had ever been there or if I knew anyone that went there. I told him, while I never visited, I did know one person. Now, the guy I knew was a friend of a friend, and I didn't know him too well but I knew he REALLY loved drugs. Andy's face dropped when I told him, and the looking around, can't sit, can't concentrate came right back. He tells me that he knows the guy, and just like that date was over.
We get in the car and don't really speak during the 10 minute drive home...SUPER awkward.We get to my house and he says he had a wonderful time, and next time we should go out by his house in the northern suburbs because he does not care for the south side. Now at that time, the south side had some of my favorite bars, and was my favorite place to hang out, so I knew this wasn't going to work.
I went out a few weekends later and ran into that guy me and Andy were talking about. We get to talking and and he informs me that I had just been on a date with a very well known drug dealer... Awesome. Apparently Andy had a few bad drug deals on the south side, so that explains the sweating, looking around, and anxiety. Clearly you aren't a good drug dealer, but it does explain the nice car, expensive phones, and great taste in clothes with an entry level job.
I talked to Andy a few more times but I caught him in a few lies, so I never called him again. I personally do not love drugs or jail. I did love my single and easy life so I chose hugs and not drugs....but it was so nice to meet you.
Don't take a girl out to dinner when you think people might be out to get you. Don't do drugs, don't sell bad drugs if you choose to sell them, and don't go on a date with your co-workers friend when you clearly have some crazy addictions and possibly a track record...your bosses will love to hear that.
Please stop you are scaring me and I hope that you didn't lose your job after everyone in your office found out you were a scum bag drug dealer.
-Darcy-