Freckles in April: From the Archives: A Date Story

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

From the Archives: A Date Story

Reading stuff like this just reminds me that I did really well when I married Aaron. He would just buy me fresh popcorn.


Face redacted unless he emails out of the blue and gives me permission to put his face on my blog (hey, it could happen)

At some point in high school I was pretty into this guy in my history class. Or maybe it was English? I don't remember. Anyway, I liked him. He wasn't much of a dater. In fact, he was kind of girl-inept, but I didn't understand that at the time. I thought he was just too busy with other stuff to be bothered or something.

After a lot of hard work (seriously, at some point I should have realized it wasn't worth it), I finally convinced him that I was cool and maybe we should go out sometime.

We went on a group date of sorts with a bunch of his friends. I say "of sorts" because many of them were also girl-inept and didn't actually bring dates. Which, in my mind, means they probably shouldn't have come on the group date, but this group of friends didn't really work that way.

So, we were sitting in the theater waiting for the movie to start when my date offered me popcorn and a soda. I was a little confused, because he never went to the concession stand and he since he hadn't paid for my ticket (high school is a time of poverty, I get it) I doubted he bought us popcorn. I declined, thinking that one of the other boys must have bought it and I don't want to mooch off them like that. No one else seemed to have a problem with it and they all shared.

We watched the movie. Nothing of note happened.

On the way back to the car I ask who was nice enough to share their popcorn and soda with everyone. "Oh, no one bought that," he replies, "We found it on the ground by one of the trash cans."

And the weird thing is, I WENT OUT WITH HIM AGAIN.


  1. Oh my gosh! I'll bet you were so glad you declined!

  2. words.

    (Also, you look so much like your sister here.)

  3. I think I will just laugh about this one for the rest of the day.

  4. Oh dear.

    One time a boyfriend asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I told him me favorite perfume was getting low and that might be a nice gift. I gave him the name of the scent and who made it and the works.

    Come my birthday I opened a box with a half-filled perfume bottle (neither my scent or anything by the same company) covered in fingerprints, missing it's cap, with the "Tester" sticker still on it. He gave me some bogus story about how he was friends with the perfume counter girl and this was the very last bottle of the scent I wanted and he was so lucky to get it! He was 27, a grown-ass man who SERIOUSLY should have known better. Lawsy.


  5. laughing at that perfume story above. Ha!

    your story remined me of this episode of extreme cheapskates I watched on netflix...this woman makes her husband take her out on a date night (so they go to a matinee, cheaper), and she wants some food (not the apples or bananas he brought from home). He goes to "buy" her popcorn and a soda but really just digs through the trash to find an empty cup and popcorn bucket, rinses them out and then gets a refill. barf.

  6. oh. my. word. gross. just gross.

  7. haha that's gross. Who would do that?? but that's a pretty great story and make my day!!!


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