This story is a major throwback. It was my first date in NYC. I was out to dinner with my cousins and meeting a guy for drinks later. Me (not being from the city) thought 30 minutes was enough time to get to the location. Wrong!
I got on the subway (with no cell service) and 40 minutes later got off. Still having to find the bar, I texted him that I was going to be late and to order me a drink. By the time I arrived, this man told me he already finished his margarita, chugged mine in front of me, and told me we were going somewhere else.
Now I should have just left then, but after making the trip I followed him to the next bar. On the way he tried to pet a stranger’s dog and almost got bit. That’s for being a jackass, I thought. We got one drink together, neither one of us felt a spark, and we went our separate ways.
Single at 30 