We met, made a bit of small talk, and I gave him my number. Couple days later, he calls to see if I'd like to go out for drinks, and we did. We had a great time. He was funny, polite, just as into me as I was him. Hours went by, and it felt like it was only seconds.
So, about four hours after we had met up, he gets a phone call from one of his buddies. Talks to them, makes some plans for later on in the evening, and when he gets off the phone, he asks if I'd like to come with him. I say no, just because I thought we had spent plenty of time together for a first date. I didn't want to push it seeing as almost every date I've been on has turned out disastrous in the past few months, lol.
He leans in, kisses me. Instant fireworks. "Please?" knows how to get what he wants.... and I loved it.
So I gave in and said yes. Since it was far out, I rode with him. The entire time he's giving me warnings about his buddies. "We're all in the navy, so they love drinking. They diss everyone that walks into the room, doesn't matter who you are. Oh, yeah, and the last girl so-n-so brought over got ragged on so hard she ing cried." I assumed he was exaggerating. Regardless, if there's anyone that likes to kick back and have a good time, it's me. So I wasn't too concerned. I'm confident in myself, and well, I don't take myself seriously at all, so I can handle a few jokes at my expense.
I get there, and the thrashing begins. I'm pretty witty, so I slung the insults right back at them. The meaner they were, the harsher mine became. Soon enough, I passed initiation without much of a problem. "WE LOVE THIS GIRL!"
And then, it didn't stop. They diss'd each other. Non stop. Were rude like, "Hey you gonna (edit) our boy tonight? Why you holding back, blah blah blah." Granted, yeah, they were drinking. One of 'em snatched my purse, and started digging stuff out of it. After nicely getting it back, a few minutes later he went to pull something out of it, I grabbed my purse because it's annoying for a complete stranger to go through your(edit) purse, he started playing tug-of-war with it, and snapped the freaking strap in half. Laughed and threw it at me. My date was like, "Dude that's an (edit) move, sit the (edit) down." Which was nice, but then I was thinking, why the would he even let someone meet these guys on a first date if they're this (edit) bad?
We got into the car, and I straight up asked him, "Are they always like this?" (I did it with a slight laugh so it didn't sound (edit) And his response, "Hahahahaha, ALWAYS." And I know this is the group of guys he hangs out with on a regular basis.
Great. So, Mr. Right comes waltzing up, and he's got the cargo of a bunch of morons.
Should I even freaking bother?
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