Sometimes a date creeps up on you by surprise. Usually this happens when you're hanging out with someone you thought was just a friend. I ended up on a date-I-didn't-know-was-a-date in the summer after first year. He was a friend who was in a few of my classes, and our commutes home would sometimes overlap. I can't remember exactly how it came about, but we made plans to see the sequel of a pirate-themed summer blockbuster. I had actually had a crush on him during the school year, but what happened after the movie completely horrified me:
After the movie, we walked to a nearby coffee shop. On the way, he made for my hand, but grasped it in a manner more resembling the way a parent leads a small child by the hand. I could forgive this first offence. Maybe intertwined fingers is a bit intimate for a non-date date. But afterwards, being the only ones waiting at a bus stop, he went in for a kiss. It was a little wet--again, something I could forgive--but then it turned into something of an attack, as he proceeded to strangle me with his tongue. It still ranks as the worst kiss I have ever received.
Once we'd parted ways, I felt like I was facing a dilemma. The whole situation brought to mind that episode of Sex and the City where Charlotte goes on a date with a bad kisser who basically licks here face. Things didn't work out too well for her; she tried to steer him on the right path, but couldn't put up with it, told him he was a bad kisser and left he left the picture.
I feel bad for the way things ended, because there was a second non-date. I frankly don't remember too much about it other than it was hopelessly awkward as I was trying to run down the clock and avoid the topic of our (non)relationship status. Our friendship pretty much fizzled out after that.
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