Parasites and Virgin Mojitos

Disclaimer: I won't use real names, but the stories and the people are real.

I had a horrible date Thursday (June 3rd). Horrible is an understatement. But this story is deserving of a blog post.

I met the guy at a party. I must have been way more inebriated than I thought, because at the time of our initial encounter, I thought he was cute and interesting. I was wrong.

He invites me to a fashion show his friend was hosting. I thought, "OOh fashion show. This is pretty unique for a first date. Oh I can't wait!" We meet at 7 PM at Six Lounge. We get there, and they're still setting up and hardly any guests arrived. Well this is already a bad start....He speaks with his friend who said the show didn't actually start until 8, 8:30 so I suggest we go to 219 West for drinks.
I order a Mango Mojito. He tells me he can't have alcohol because a parasite infected his liver while he was in Costa Rica two years ago. Uhm, oh wow, ok. So he orders a virgin Mojito. I was SO embarrassed. But I decide to barrel through and ask about his parasite situation. Apparently the parasite has been out of his system for 6 months but he religiously follows Chinese medicine which tells him he should not have alcohol or beef (wtf?) for another six months. So everywhere he goes, he tells me he orders virgin drinks and soda. Kevin* proceeds to keep talking. This time it's about how him and his ex neighbor hung out with coke heads the night before. I'm weirded out and completely bored by his stories so I start texting my friends. He keeps talking, the stories get worse. I text even more.

At around 8:15 we head back to the fashion show. It actually doesn't start until 9. Those 45 minutes were some of the most excruciating moments in my life. We stood around awkwardly while very beautiful, cool-looking people were mingling around us. It was us and the in-crowd. I felt very out of place. I felt awkward as shit. During these awkward 45 minutes, Kevin* kept trying to touch my back and whisper in my ear. I was so annoyed I kept moving farther and farther away from him. Because the space was so small, I kept bumping into bar stools and other people. Ugh, will someone save me??
At one point Kevin* takes a bathroom break. I seriously considered skipping out of there. My feet were telling me "Run Girl Run!" But my stupid conscience got the best of me so I remained planted.
Anyway, fashion show starts. Finally I have something to do and I don't have to listen to him talk! As soon as the fashion show ends, I zoom out of there. Like a gentleman, he walks me to my car.

I awkwardly give him a side hug and tell him I had fun. Yes I completely lied. He just seemed so pleased with himself! So to save my night, I ended up heading to Dallas Night Club for Salsa night. I run into SP* there...

To be cont...