For this weeks Spin Cycle, the request went out for date stories. If you want to know about spinning, go check out Jen at Sprite's Keeper... http://www.spriteskeeper.com/my_weblog/2009/05/spin-cycle-whats-your-sign.html
I'll admit, I had to dig in the old treasure trove of memories to come up with a date story worthy of telling. I had a pretty laid back dating life. But, I found one. Hidden way back in the archives.
Have I ever told you that I once dated a Canadian Mounty? Oh, yes. Red uniform, horsie and all. My goodness. And for a while, it was fun. A good friend of mine introduced us at a dinner party she hosted (ok, we were in college. "dinner party" is an exaggeration. I'm pretty sure dinner was pizza, beer and ice cream. but you get the picture). We went to a few movies, and I think maybe a real dinner, at a restaurant and such. I was in college, so cheap was the norm and real dinner was fancy. After a few weeks, he suggested I meet some of his friends. I'm thinking, more mounties, right? Could be fun. Sort of rowdy, right? Bwa, ha, ha. Cue date from hell.
He picks me up dressed fairly nicely for what I thought would be a night at a bar. And proceeds to drive me to his church. Yes, kids, you read that right, a date to meet his "friends" at church. I should have left before I got through the doors. Instead I got to spend a night having his "friends" try to sway me to some born again religion. I got a lecture on how the Pope is the anti-christ, and all the catholics care about is abortion and money. His church could really save me. Yup. They could, they cared about me, and my soul. And all during this, the Mountie nodded earnestly and tried to hold my hand. He, too, had been born a misguided Catholic, and had turned his life around. I could, too. Uhm, no thanks? Who thinks they're actually going to convert a kid who's going to a mostly Jewish, liberal arts college to born again Christianity? I'm pretty sure there were some "no drinking" rules that immediately took them off the list of possible options...
So much for a man in uniform. Needless to say, I turned down the offer for ice cream afterwards, and didn't go out with him again. No more Mounties for me, thanks. But the horse was darn cute.
In the grand scheme of things, I guess this doesn't really rate as a "date from hell". I've heard some doozies. I didn't have to walk home for miles, or deal with anyone named Bubba. It didn't involve bail. And I survived pretty much unscathed. But it was definitely odd.