There is a certain unspoken etiquette when it comes to dating, of which most people are aware. From showing up on time to the date and not speaking only about yourself, these are often the things that determine whether or not there will be a second date. But some people have no idea how to conduct themselves on dates, leaving the person on the receiving end totally baffled! When will these guys learn?!
Together with The Single Society, we bring you the latest real horror story of the online dating scene in New York City, and this time it's about a guy who thought a work event was the perfect place for a first date. After eating in front of the poor starving girl, he tried (and failed to get them free food. He sounds like a real keeper, eh?
I gave Marc, a 'concierge consultant', the 'ol right swipe, and after exchanging information he invited me for a cocktail and a bite to eat around happy hour one evening.
Marc suggested a bar on 42nd street, essentially in the middle of Times Square. I thought this was particularly peculiar because anyone who lives in New York City desperately abstains from going near this area at all costs. Being the assertive New Yorker that I am, I mentioned that maybe we could elect to go somewhere not so touristy.
"Well, I have this event for the concierge's industry. I figured we could just swing by there as I should really make an appearance then we can go somewhere else," he suggested.
I did think accompanying to an industry event was a bad idea for a first date, but for the sake of not being difficult, to Times Square I went.
When I arrived at the event for the hotel concierge's 'union' of NYC it was very crowded but had an open bar, so I wasn't complaining. Marc worked at a high-end hotel in the city and mentioned he also owned his own 'consulting firm. I barely got a word in about myself between him mingling with colleagues and speaking about his own supposed successful ventures in the concierge industry.
At this point, I noticed a waitress with a tray of meatball sliders circulating the room, and before I could make it through the crowd they had all been devoured. I mentioned to Marc (several times) that I was feeling pretty ravenous and how I wanted to keep an eye out for the next waitress that came around. Several times I saw a tray being passed but was never quite quick enough to snatch myself a scrumptious meatball.
"Ugh!" I said to Marc. "I am dying to get one of those sliders! I am so hungry."
At that moment an acquaintance of Marc's approached us to greet him, with two delectable, untouched sliders on his cocktail napkin.
"Oh man, you were lucky you were quick enough to grab one," Marc said. "We have been trying but no luck!"
An hour and a half and two more glasses of wine later and this date went from bad to worse.
I was rather bored pretending to be interested in all the conversations being had around me and my hanger (hunger + anger) began to set in. I told Marc if he wanted to stay at the event he could do so, but I was going to head somewhere to get a bite to eat.
"No, wait!! Just 10 more minutes and we can go get something to eat, I promise!"
After we exited the hotel Marc suggested a place right around the corner. We entered the lounge area of the establishment, and I noticed all the waiters saying hello to him. It turned out to be Marc's place of employment.
"Hey so, do you actually mind splitting the check after all? I thought the manager that I am pretty tight with would be here and he would have comped my entire check but he's not and I only get a 50% discount."
I relinquished my Visa into the billfold and anxiously awaited the return of our server.
As we signed our checks Marc said, "Well, I thought I was going to get through the night without spending any money at all, but I guess $25 isn't so bad, right?"
Marc texted me a day later telling me that he was looking forward to doing it again.
Good luck, Marc.
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