Confessional Friday: {Link Up}

*So sorry for the delay! InLinkz is NOT my friend lately and today was no exception. 

Bad dates. Dates from hell. The worst three hours of our lives.

However you want to refer to these valuable life lessons, it's true; we've all been on a bad date or two in our time. I always say that I wouldn't take any amount of money in the world to have to get back into the dating game...the very thought makes me shudder. 

Here's one of the not-so-winning dates I've ever been on:

One that rises to the top when the subject of "bad dates" comes up would be the time a guy and his buddy took my cousin and me (it was a double date) to Dixie Cafe for our prom dinner. I was a sophomore in high school and was so excited to be going. Tara (my cousin) and I had spent all day getting ready and perfecting our prom looks. The time rolled around for us to be picked up and the guys were an hour late. (One of them also smelled like a distillery. Thankfully, he was NOT the one driving the car. This very cautious girl would have bailed right then and there.)

When they finally showed, they informed us we'd be going to a different restaurant for dinner. Apparently, we originally had reservations at a nice Italian restaurant in Little Rock (about an hour away from our town), but he and his skeezy friend had a change of heart and decided that a $5 hamburger would be a better choice. So, to Dixie Cafe, we went. (No offense to DC...they have alright food, just not what I would have chosen for a prom dinner.)

Now, I understand if someone is on a tight budget, especially in high school when we all had about $5 to our names. But this guy came from a family with moolah. A family that spoiled him rotten. A family that would have happily paid the bill for a nice evening out for he, his friend and their prom dates.

He was just a gigantic tool.

The rest of the evening was just as lovely. He refused to dance and kept complaining that the DJ wouldn't play any Hank Williams, Jr...you know, because every romantic evening needs some Hank??

He and his friend were supposed to accompany us to the after-prom party, held right there at the high school. However, they dropped my cousin and me off at the door and left to "go party" with some rednecks in the woods somewhere.

Now granted, my judgement in men in high school was poor, at best. But he came from a lovely family and he was popular, and two years older than me. I had high hopes for the evening, but in retrospect, I'd have been better off having pizza at home on the couch.