Bad dates are good material.

On the night of our date, he showed up an hour late to pick me up. When he did show up, he just stayed outside my house on his motorcycle and beeped the horn. I ignored him until he came to the door. We took off on the motorcycle, I thought to dinner, but he ended up driving us around for an hour, at times in the rain. When we eventually stopped, he said, “I worked out today, so I need to eat some chicken. Is there a chicken shop near your place?” I told him I was vegetarian. Still, he drove us to the chicken shop, bought a whole chicken (I didn’t get anything), and then invited himself back to my place. He ate the chicken with his fingers and without a plate. After he finished his eating, he walked over to my DVDs, pulled out a movie, and put it on without asking me. I told him I had to get up early, but he didn’t seem concerned. After the movie, I thought he’d finally leave, but he put on the TV and watched Overhaulin’ until 1am! I tried several times to get rid of him, saying I was really tired and needed to go to bed. In the end, I had to actually walk over to the door, open it, and say “Please leave.”