How Did You Meet Your Bad Date?
I met Ron (not his real name) through a mutual friend. He seemed nice and pleasant, and was definitely attracted to me. I wasn't sure whether or not I was interested, but I was young and poor. A free meal was almost worth the trouble.
Our first date was okay. It was really the third date that was the disaster. Sometime during the first date, I made a significant faux pas and told him that I thought the cologne Aramis was very nice. This very sweet man went out immediately afterward and bought a bottle of Aramis which he wore on our second date.
What Happened During Your Bad Date?
I, however, failed to comment on his newly acquired fragrance. So on the third date, when I got into the car, I had to fight the overwhelming reaction to roll down my car window and hang my head out like a dog.
Everything smelled like Aramis. The food tasted like Aramis. The wine was grape-flavored Aramis. This man only placed his hand on my lower back to guide me into a chair during dinner; however, when I went into the ladies room, I reeked. By the end of dinner my eyes were beet red, my throat was almost swollen shut, I had a fever from an allergic reaction, and I DID hang my head out of the window on the way home.
I’d had enough. I also didn’t have the nerve to tell him why I could never see him again. To this day, I cannot date a man that wears cologne, nor stand next to a salesperson.
What I'd Do Differently
- I tell everyone that wants to date me: No Cologne. Interestingly enough, some still wear some.
