Bad dates are good material.

I had been talking to this guy online for awhile, and he seemed really into me. I was spending the weekend house sitting for a friend who lived near him, so I suggested that we meet up for coffee or a drink, but told him that first I had to run back to my place to get something I’d forgotten. He offered to pick me up and take me there, which I thought was nice of him. On the drive there, he was weaving in and out of his lane and speeding, and when I made a nervous comment, he confessed that he’d had a “few beers” before he arrived. By the time we got back, the coffeeshop we’d intended on going to was closed, so I suggested that we go instead to the restaurant/bar across the street. He then said, “You have a way home, right? Because I’m going to want to drink more and I’ll be taking a cab.” At this point, I said that perhaps he should just drop me off. He did, and then was upset that I wouldn’t invite him up or give him a kiss goodnight.