If you haven’t read Misadventures in Matchmaking: Cultural Differences Part 1, you can find it here.
Maybe I set myself up for failure when it came to this date, because going into it, I was sure that the cultural differences were going to be too much. But there was no way that I could have predicted just how awful this date was going to be. The restaurant that we chose to go to was near my office and as we decided to meet on a weeknight, I decided to go straight from work. It meant that I had to stay at work a little later than normal, but would be better than me going all the way back to my house just to turn around again. I wasn’t sure what traffic would be like and I’m always worried about being late, so I left a little early and ended up arriving about 15 minutes early. I sent him a text telling him that I was already there and went inside the restaurant.
They don’t really have a waiting area at this restaurant, so they sat me immediately. I then spent the next 45 minutes waiting for my date to arrive. He sent me a couple of texts and even called me a couple of times because he was lost and couldn’t figure out how to get to the restaurant. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out where he actually was and as he wasn’t from around there, he had no clue where he was going. I tried to give him directions, but wasn’t much help. Just about the point where I was about to recommend that we just reschedule, he finally showed up.
Almost immediately he told me yet again that he was a vegetarian (which he repeated multiple times throughout the night). So, I asked him if there was a reason why he had chosen to be a vegetarian, thinking that it might have been a cultural thing, since I didn’t know much about Kurdish people. He told me that there wasn’t a reason, he had just never tried meat, even when he was a child. Then I started asking him questions and he would respond but it didn’t seem like he cared to ask me anything about myself. I don’t know if it was because of the cultural differences or if there was another reason why he didn’t feel that he needed to know more about me, but I wasn’t a fan. I already knew that it was going nowhere, I was hungry, and I was tired. I got to the point where I just didn’t care anymore and stopped asking questions. There was a little bit of an awkward silence, but then our waitress showed up and talked enough for the three of us.
She was from Kosovo and decided to tell us her life story. Then she went into the cultural differences between Americans and Europeans (which he clarified multiple times that he wasn’t European, he was from Kurdistan). She actually made some offensive comments toward American women, but he never stood up for me, just allowed her to continue to talk. Then after she left, he asked if there was anything else that I wanted to know about him! We finished our dinner and we were walking out, when I realized that in my heels, he was shorter than me.
The next day I called the matchmaker and told her that I didn’t want to see date #2 again.
Basically, the only good thing about this date was that I got a good story out of it since it was so awful. What’s the worst date that you’ve ever been on?