I remember when I first started dating. I was so scared of the opposite sex (now I see for good reason) that I really had no interest in them until I turned sixteen. I was a late bloomer but it shortened my time dating guys who were not worth it......instead I crammed them into my 14 years of dating until I found my husband. Nobody ever warned me that dating was going to be rough and that to get to the one who is worth it you need to date guys who are so not worth it. I fell in love, had my heart broken, and wanted to poke my own eyeballs at times but I finally made it to the man of my dreams. This is my story and hopefully people out there will read it and follow my advice. If you feel you need more advice by all means ask.......I have been through it all.
I have worked in many restaurants throughout my life and at this particular time I was working at a bar in a hotel. One of the girls that I worked with had a room-mate that would come in and have a beer once or twice a week so we all knew him and talked to him when he came in. I was newly single and wanted to make my ex, who also worked in the bar, jealous so I decided to tell his room-mate that I thought he was cute (he was). In return, he asked me out on a date and I actually got really excited about it. We talked on the phone and he decided that he was going to come over to my friends house one night and have beers with us. We sat out in the garage and all had drinks and then by the time it was three o'clock in the afternoon we decided none of us should drive so we decided we would stay the night. Greg (the guy) and I decided to sleep on her couch and as we got ready to lay down the man unstrapped enough weaponry from himself I am pretty sure he could have gone to war and held his own. I asked him about it and he told me that he likes to feel protected. I let it go figuring that he did not always strap a gun to his ankle, one to his side, and carried a knife and mace in his pocket. I must have been really drunk to decide to go out with him again.
Nothing happened and a couple days later he called to ask me out. I agreed and we decided to go for drinks, the movies, and then do whatever. He told me he had a cold coming on and wanted to know what would help cure his cold. I told him to eat garlic.Never tell a man to eat garlic the night before you go out with him. He called the next day and told me he was still a little sick but still wanted to go out so I agreed.
When he showed up at my door he had a huge lump on the side of his nose and instead of asking and embarressing him, I let it go. We went and had a couple drinks and I asked him how his garlic went. The man ate two cloves of garlic the night before. When I said garlic I did not mean to eat it like candy but apparantly he felt good about it so I did not say anything. We had a couple beers and went to the movies. Have you ever smelt something so horrible it makes you want to throw up? That is what happens when you eat two cloves of garlic, bundle up with twice as many layers so that you don't get cold, drink some beers and bring a girl on a date. To this day I cringe from the smell. The movie went horrible because I couldn't breathe. I don't even know what movie we saw. Then we decided to go out for drinks after so we did. He was paying and I figured I deserved a couple beers after our track record of hanging out. Instead of beer I took shots of goldschlager. After two I was on a roll and braved myself to ask him about the bump on his nose. It seems that, Greg (my date), sleeps with his gun on the pillow next to him. I asked him why? He said once again "he likes to be protected." From what I don't know considering we live in honky tonk town in Oregon and the only thing that would probably come after the guy is a cow. However, he informed me that he always sleeps with his gun on the pillow next to him. I asked him if he was going to keep his gun somewhere else when he got married and he told me that a woman comes to his bed for one reason and one reason only. He explained there is no point in sleeping in the same bed. If he were to have sex with his wife he would make sure she went back to her bed in the same room. That way he could protect himself and also his wife. Anyways, long story short, smelly Greg head-butted his gun in the middle of the night and bruised his eye. I decided our date was over and he left me there (where I took many more shots of goldschlater) and he went on his way. My friend worked at the bar we were at so I just had her drive me home. He called two days later and apologized. He told me he really liked me and wanted to go out again. He said he wanted to apologize for giving me the wrong impression and that if he and his wife were to have sex then he would cuddle for fifteen minutes after. This ladies is why you should never go on a second date with a man who eats garlic and carries weapons.
