David is a 31-year-old teacher who lives at Yonge and St. Clair. His look is casual and relaxed, and his personality is fun-loving. He says, “I embrace silliness, and I have my own nerdy interests.” He loves listening to music and comedy podcasts, record shopping, reading, and socializing over drinks. He met Laura through friends.
Laura was a weirdo combined with a sexiness that was hard not to find appealing. We had a mutual pool of friends from university, and she wasn’t above flirting with a couple of people from our group in front of me.
A few years go, we went to a New Year’s party in the east end at Laura’s friend’s parents’ house. We’d been going out for a little while, and I thought it would be a romantic night, given the special occasion. The party was only okay. We circulated between rooms, and eventually ended up in the kitchen with a bunch of strangers. Laura seemed bored, and wasn’t being very social for some reason. The host was Laura’s friend, and I had never met any of the people there before, so I was even less social. Laura was the designated driver, so I threw back some drinks in the kitchen. I tried to engage her in conversation and get her spirits up, but it was like she was off in space.
I suggested we move locations in an attempt to improve the situation, and we ended up in the empty living room, staring at the Christmas tree without saying anything. It was around 10:30 p.m., and the other rooms were filling up as it got closer to midnight. By that point, Laura looked sad and confused, in addition to her complete silence. Finally, I asked her what was wrong. She said she was fine, but in a way that suggested something was bothering her. She was also avoiding eye contact and fidgeting like crazy. I asked her if she was sure she was okay, and then I pushed a bit and asked her again, which is when she gave in and said, “I want to break up with you.”
I felt like it came totally out of left field; I couldn’t have been more surprised. Laura started talking about how she just didn’t have the time to maintain a relationship. I realized then that I had just been dumped, it was close to midnight on New Year’s Eve, and she was my ride home.
I said I had to leave. Laura said she felt really guilty about everything, and wanted to drive me home to my parents’ place in Markham, where I was staying. I was ready to call my parents to come pick me up, but she practically forced me to let her take me home. Considering my options, I let her. It was the most awkward car ride ever—just 40 minutes of silence. I walked in the door of my parents’ house just before midnight, where they were home celebrating with friends. I could tell they were surprised to see me, but they must have known I was emotionally devastated, so they didn’t ask me what happened. Five minutes later, the ball dropped. Happy New Year!
David rates his date (out of 10): 2
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