Possibly the weirdest outing with a girl since the last time we kicked it Halloween. I had the feeling today would be something of a bust. But in the end it wasnt that bad, just really...weird. Something like a karmic slap in the face, but it left me with one of those sinister "give me more" kind of smiles. I wonder how everyone else's Valentine's Day turned out. Not nearly as ACTION-PACKED with issues as my date tonight, I'm sure. Let's recap.
I worked during the afternoon, which set an already bitter taste in my mouth. Nothing like clocking out of work to try and pick up the pieces of your gloriously planned day. Went home, and already, the day was working towards it's disturbing climax. Instead of picking up the girl at her house, as was planned, she ended up dropping by my house, and leaving her car there while we (me, her, and her friend) killed some time and drove around my neighborhood.
8:00PM Dropped the friend off, and then phase 1 of THE date was supposed to commence. Instead, she gets second thoughts of watching Daredevil because of some opening-day-phobia. Eh. We go to the north part of town to maybe catch a movie at their Regal theaters, but again, she changes her mind. It's ok, the night is still young.
9:00PM We eat dinner at a mexican restaurant in the same plaza as the Regal theaters. We get full, and then go to a music store on broadway. I think every town has a broadway, so it's safe to label it as an improper noun.
10:15PM Music store, and urinations. All the soda I drank at the restaurant forced all the fluids to quickly escape. Not too clean a job. She buys a John Mayer CD and a spanish rock album. Enter the WEIRD.
10:45PM We head back to my car, and prepare to bump the new CD's she's bought. We load 'em, and pop the cartridge in. Technology DOES suck. It seems two CD's mysteriously jammed the loading slot. How? I don't know. We didn't even touch the two CD's that jammed. The universal solution? Her ex-boyfriend to the rescue. Now, I have nothing against the guy (I rather think he's a stand-up guy, although a stoner), but I did NOT expect something like this to happen, nor for him to enter the picture. Nevertheless, he did.
11:30PM We had to hunt him down in the south part of town, and met up with him at a Wal-Mart. He gives the console an inspection (he's a whiz at audio equipment), and says he's going to have to take the fucker apart completely to liberate the imprisoned CD's. He can't possibly operate in the middle of the parking lot like some back-alley surgeon, so we head over to his place even farther into the southern boonies of town where the proper tools are located.
11:45PM The fun has just begun. Me, the girl I'm on a date with, and her ex-boyfriend in one car once again (Halloween was the previous instance). We're relying on his skills to save the day. Thankfully he does, but not without thoroughly changing the mood of the otherwise fun date. As usual, I go mute, while his suave and oddly comedic personality kicks in, and she's in the back seat hanging out. I'm tired and wanting to blow my brains out onto the windshield.
12:45AM He fixes the problen, but the CD changer is otherwise fucked to Hell and back. It won't even play CDs now. But it can eject! Yay! Ugh. We double-back to where he left his car somewhere in Laguna (the commercial area of the southern suburbs), and drop him off. I am one step closer to ending this night.
1:00AM Back home, to where the night started. Still not closer to anything remotely according to the plan. I get no play. I guess I was better off, because all I needed was to just get home and finish myself off. Alas, I have no rope.
Actually, it was a great date, despite what happened towards the end of it. When it was only me and the girl, we were actually having fun. Something I doing remember us having in a while. Undoubtedly, tonight was my most memorable date, for the better part, and the worst part. Halloween was not a fun outing at all, although it was also me, her, the ex, and our friend. But Halloween lacked the substance that was present tonight. All I can do now is put this night behind me, because I won't be seeing her for at least another week or two, and I can certainly live with that. If I can push her out of my mind for now, it most certainly may be for the better.
And I'm spent. Happy Valentine's Day, fuckers.