#1 Date Substance Abuse

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Let's set the mentality of the scene: freshman year of college, newly single (out of a two year relationship) and open to dating a variety of guys.

The Meet-Cute: Dressed like the "mean girls" in Jingle Bell Rock attire (leaving a movie themed Christmas party) four of the five roommates arrive at a birthday/Christmas party of a high school friend of the Glendale roommates. To the non-college eye, we probably looked like (and smelled like) baby prostitutes - like the reference? Already "loosened up" from our first stop, I begin wandering and introducing myself. I happen upon this cute blonde with green eyes (surprised?) and sit down to talk to him. We end up kissing (stupid alcohol) and then I backtrack and he gets my number. We decide a date is in order.

The Date: He decided dinner and a movie, so Pei Wei (let's be nice and say he paid) and then to Harkins. We get to the theater and he parks. I go to grab my purse and open the door but stop when he says wait and reaches into the back part of the cab of his truck. He pulls out a beer and chugs it. Who does this?! More over, he doesn't offer me one! Is this date so horrible you need to chug a beer to get through a movie? As I'm staring at him in disbelief he then proceeds to reach into his center console and pull out a bag of weed. This time he asks if I want to share. I tell him no, and watch him further flush himself down the toilet. Against my better judgement, I don't call anyone to have them pick me up, instead I sit next to the stoned alcoholic and watch Blood Diamond.

Needless to say, that was a date not even worth an ounce of my energy.

Look forward to the next date blog: your nickname is killing this date