dates gone awry III

I have Lubbock trip pictures, but not with me and I was just reminded of this other horrible "date".

So, as we all know, I was a waitress at the local olive garden for a long 4 months. during this time I came across some memorable characters. This guy, however was not. If it weren't for this night of torture, engrained in my mind - he would be forgotten very easily.

Tony, Ian, sarah and I were all going to eat mexican food when we got off of work. It was sort of exciting because it would have been my inagrual event out with coworkers - in atempts to make friends.
I happen to get cut before all three of them, though, so I go home to work out and shower before we meet up.
Tony calls
"you ready to eat?"
"yeah, are y'all headed over there"
"yeah, see you there in a little bit."

so I go to the restaurant.
What do I find?
Tony.
just Tony.

Pause = Now - let me paint a mental picture, if you will, of my impression of Tony up until this point.

Tall. Thin. Okay looking face. nothing extra ordinary. always smiling. usually dancing and humming. hard worker. minimal complaints.

okay, un-pause =

So when, Tony called earlier he failed to mention that the other two bailed and it would be just me and him. Had he done so I would have passed as well. I didn't want exactly what happened to happen.
Since I had driven all the way there and was hungry and didn't really see a graceful way to exit, I stayed.

I kid you not - throught the next 7 hours - yes, seven, I said maybe three whole sentences. Not because I was withdrawn or shy - but because there simply wasn't any opportunity to get a word in edgewise.

So we sit at this dumpy tex-mex place where Tony tells me too much of his gruesome past. And he turns out to be a know-it-all to the maxX.
He says that he knows the guys in the back and they make special hot sacue just for him, because their regular sauce isn't hot enough.
He proceeds to tell me everything he knows about peppers and spicy stuff (not knowing that I've done research projects on capsaicin and could run him into the ground on chili and pepper trivia. fyi)
So he gets the waiter (who, by the way, happens to be the boyfriend of a guy we work with at the olive garden) to go get his "special sauce"
I try one dip of it - gag. all it is, is tabasco mixed with the regular salsa. Not a good idea. no way.
So I tell him that's what I think it is, and he acted like I was insulting him..... and his stupid sauce.
Then we had to get up twice during the meal so I could go stand outside with him and watch him smoke cigarettes.
So three hours later it looks like we are finally going to bring it to a close. I get out my purse to pay and he grabs the ticket and hands it to the waiter before I could say "smoker's breath".
Then it happens.
Some how he invites himself over to my apartment. As I sit and rack my brain, sweating bullets, trying to think of a was out he continues to talk and rapidly shuts down any avenue of escape.

I still can't remember what all was said - it's a blur - but the boy has skills. if a manipulative little turd is what you're looking for, he's your man.

Backtrack<<< we had spent a significant amount of time during the meal "talking" (he did most of the takling) about why I don't party hard and do drugs like the rest of the wait staff. And why I am not really attracted to alcohol.

So he comes over to my house under the pretenses of teaching me some tricks on the bass. just ask him - he knows everything there is to know about music and theory. just ask him. i dare you.

low and behold he has a six pack of corona with him when he comes up the stairs.

To make a four or five hour long story short - he proceeds to offer me beer every ten minutes, spills two different beers on my carpet. jams out in his own little world and sings some really dirty crappy songs he wrote for about and hour and a half. smokes what's left of his pack of cigarettes and some of a new pack. blows his nasty @$$ smoke onto the leaves of my pride-and-joy porch plants. talks non-stop for the entire four or five hours he remained. leaving no luls for me to kick him out with out being a total jerk - which in retrospect - I don't even care, I should have interrupted him, or better yet, took off when I found out it would be just me and him.
ruddy con artist has to trick people into dates.

anywho - he disclosed a lot of history on him self, his family, what it was like to grow up in a meth lab, how he felt when his quadriplegic step father passed away, why he drinks no less than a six pack a day, why he decided to be a waiter instead of an architect or a lawyer - like he has the ability to be. why he dropped out of highschool (fyi because it wasn't challenging enough, and then later his lips were looser and it turns out he was kicked out for seriously burning another kid.) blah blah blah blah.

Imagine any body language that would scream "I'M NOT INTERESTED AND I WANT YOU TO SHUT UP AND GO AWAY. I THINK YOU'RE FULL OF $@!*" and I was doing it all. crossed legs, crossed arms. staring at the floor - until I started staring out the window, just grunting anytime a response was required, yawing (even some fake yawing), blinking and rubbing my eyes, body angled away from him.... and on and on.....

so finally he's going to leave and I say
"don't forget your beer"
he gives a little trying to be salty smile and says
"I'll come back for it"
then heads down the stairs
oh no sir... no you don't
so i sprint over grab the remaing two brews from the fridge and chase him down the stairs. I push them into his skinny chest
"you should probably just take them now"
he hangs his head and continues his descent, beer in hand.

so that was a life-sucking, miserable, beating of an experince, but not entirely over.
I still had to work with the guy.
The next day he waits til a bunch of other waiters are around to ask me "did you have a good time last night"
I just boldfaced looked at him and said "no, not really"

Then for the next month or so he progressively gets more insulting and hostile towards me. he said some degrading and dumb @$$ stuff that made me want to punch his smug little head.

anyways.
I am putting this in the dates gone awry section of my life - but let there be no mistake it was not a date in my eyes. I only call it that because he paid for the food. against my will.
jerk.