Tuesday, April 04, 2006

The Princess And The Very Bad Date

Apparently I have wee-bit princess tendencies because it may appear I am so demanding of my dates. Apparently. So since I have declared myself princess, these are things that will irk a princess off when you are courting her. All courtesy of some Friday night date with a Phil Collins impersonator. This princess is no "easy lover."

Do not ask the princess out on a date and then leave the actual planning of the date to the princess.

Our subject was off to a fine start when he asked the princess to attend a lovely Friday evening baseball game. This particular princess just so happens to be on the Nationals bandwagon and kind of likes the scruffiness of RFK - it is the dive bar of all baseball stadiums. It's vintage. It's very apple pie and not commercially-endorsed. Yet. So you are not asking your date to go to the Krispy Kreme Stadium. It's the 'hood. And it's named after a Kennedy.

And the subject rode that high horse of one good thought and thought his work done. Because he sends the princess an email late Friday morning asking her what the plan was for the evening. When he responded to the princess' deference to the male lead, he shrugged his shoulders. So the princess took the reins and galloped to her own tune. See, the princess has a very busy dance card as it is, so she met the fair-haired pregnant Princess Snow for a little afternoon siesta at a local watering hole. (The baby is already developed so stop your judging ways. And she didn't actually drink.) Then the princess agreed to meet the suitor afterward at a bar that she knew that the very popular Princess Mav was going to be on her own special courtship. It could be a match double date! (And this princess wasn't the one with the prince or the court jester.)

The suitor agreed to the princess' plans because he didn't have an original thought in his head anymore. He was all thought out. But he did insist on meeting at the metro so as to "find the bar together." Whatever. He needs his hands held. "Fine," the princess thought.

Then dark clouds starting stirring overhead....

Do not leave a princess waiting at the Eastern Market metro for 25 minutes.

A princess will stick out like a sore thumb. And she is not in her element. She will get hit on. She has had bad run-ins with sketchy crazy people in the past. But, most importantly, don't leave somebody waiting that long. Period. And if you do, it is totally redeemable - by way of apology. Simple. This princess is very forgiving. But I guess she was already annoyed with the suitor who takes the lazy approach to courting. Especially when....

If you are meeting a princess, dress the part.

Which simply means, do not wear the same exact thing you wore on your first date with the princess. Never wear sweat pants. Never wear all black. And, please, burn the Tevas. And, the hat with the bird on this particular Friday night, no. Princess says, no.

Do not let the princess open her wallet. Yet. Certainly not for the first round of drinks.

When drinks are ordered at the bar AKA the pre-party with Princess Mav and her suitor, Duke Red, step up, shift your cahones and treat the little lady to her miller lites. The proper thing to do is slapping your credit card down and opening up a tab. A running tab so the princess can quench her thirst without having to rummage through her purse for those dollar bills, y'all.

And the clouds are still forming, rumbling is heard in the background....

This just goes back to the planning of the date (recurring theme), but do not ask the princess how you are going to get to the stadium.

Again, shift those cahones, call on a calvary, brigade, Tonto - the princess does not want to worry her pretty little head with logistics. Thank god, we had Duke Red in our party. The man with the guts to declare, "We will cab!" But this peasant felt it would be economically-suitable to metro. Whatever. This princess only metros for work purposes. And so a cab was called....

Um, make sure the princess is safely in the cab (i.e., not one leg in, one on the street) before you are safely in and before the cab driver starts to take off.

It is just gentlemanly to not jump into the cab before the princess can gather her frock around her waist and saddle in all her layers of taffeta. Because you know what happens? The cab driver will take off and this princess will have to yelp a "what about me?" skinned-knee and all. Just see the princess in.

Do not try to be something you are not, which is generous and forth-coming with money.

When the cab driver took the little party on a tour of the seedier parts of DC where no man - let alone princess - should even go. We saw gangs. Guns. Word. Because the cab driver - get this - had never heard of RFK Stadium. Seriously? And so the 30 minute tour of what should have been a 10 minute cab ride took us over a bridge over a bridge over a bridge and over a bridge. Y'all it was the same bridge back and forth. But the three who had tongues made the most of it, blabbing and joking as princesses and Dukes do. But the lowly suitor in the front seat kept his trap shut the whole time never a peep until we got out of the cab and Duke Red passed his second edict of the night, "I will not give that idiot money!" And this princess is kind of bleeding heart and feels for the man making an honest living and, seemingly, honest directional mistakes. Or he was on crack. One can't be sure (especially a princess). But this princess voiced her concern and compassion for the man (even though she was fearful of her life while in his hands and lord knows her suitor didn't have the cahones to defend her.) But the suitor told her not to worry her pretty little head because he took care of it. See, it seems he slipped the guy a $10. Nobody witnessed that. One can't be sure but it's doubtful. (Given that later in the evening on the way back from the game, he didn't offer up any money for the cab driver. Duke Red had the cashroll. This princess was just tired of taking in and out of her wallet what with opening and shutting it and counting the ones and fives, etc. It was too much for a Friday night.) Yet, the suitor, I fear, was still trying to charm the increasingly-annoyed princess. (Who by the way, openingly displays "I'm annoyed" on her sleeve. Very bitchy-like, she is capable.) And so....

Do not guilt the princess out of eating and make her go home hungry.

Alright suitor is it that you are just a cheapskate? By complaining about not having enough money at the hot dog stand, the princess feigned satiety. She was embarrassed when she looked over at Princess Mav and Duke Red admiringly as they were ordering "the works!" so she opted out of buying her own hot dog because, frankly, she was saving her cash for beer at this point. She didn't know how much it was going to take to get through the remainder of the evening nor how much she was going to have to provide for the cheapskate. Her stomach did not thank her at all, yet, understood a little, and so kept its growling to a minimum. The princess even made up some story about motion sickness, cab ride, blah-di-blah, to mask the angry stomach and lack of sausage.

Now the black clouds are raining because isn't that what always happens when you have to pee, the water rushes in uncomfortably, therefore....

Try to subject the princess to as little lines as possible because her little princess bladder doesn't like that.

So while Princess Mav and Duke Red whisked their way into the stadium with ne'er a soul to brush up against because Duke Red is a season ticket holder and was already in possession of tickets, this little princess and her suitor had to wait in cattle call. (OK, the only thing I am giving him tonight, not entirely his fault. However, if we go back to the "planning the date" issue he could have planned for a Will Call line and suggested, hey, how about we get to the game before it starts - anticipating a crowd. So, yes, actually, his fault. Point made. And theme retained!)

Once inside the stadium, the lines never stopped coming because, remember, the no cash laments? Right. Well, the Unplanned Suitor needed an ATM just to keep the princess in diamonds, I am sure he thought. But the princess had no patience for the non-alcoholic boredom that had ensued since Princess Mav and Duke Red, AKA the only fun in the house that evening, had left. So the princess opened up her change purse to buy another round of the expensive ballpark drafts. Wait. Who's courting who?

And then on top of that, a gentlemen would have suggested the princess sit her little tush down comfortably in their seats (remember little miss muffett down on her tuffett, eating...not happening for this princess tonight) while he attended to his business of cash-wrangling. Instead he made her suffer yet another line.

Then when you FINALLY get settled in your seat about half way through the game at this point....

DO NOT spend the whole game texting your friends on the status of the game.

First of all, can we say, um, pre-season game? It doesn't matter!! Also, it is not an inter-league game, right? And it is just baseball! Isn't there like a game every day? And they pretty much all go the same. Somebody scores. Lots of time nobody scores. Boys run around. A ball sails through the air. Pitchers get booed. Basically, text me when the dugout is emptied and there is a rumble on the field. Otherwise, I'll read about it in the paper. This isn't the World Series.

But, most importantly, while on a date, it is rude!! Probably the rudest part of the evening and so the princess saw no problem in responding to one of her own texts at this point. A text from her beloved, Duke Flirt. So she spent an inning or so carrying on her own little text relations and she even firmed up a date for the next evening. And then, thank god, Princess Mav asked us low-lifes to rejoin the fun party. Dorks optional. Because this princess needed to kiss her tiara and dead weight goodbye and and have some fun at this point....

And so, most importantly, never ever ever talk smack about any of the princess' friends.

It is not appropriate to question the princess on her friends. Do not ask, "Geee. Is she always like this?" "Gee, Duke Red sure does talk a lot. Does he ever shut up?" "How long has she been drinking?" These are all along the lines of judge-wudgy was a bear / Phil Collins has no hair.

And so the princess takes to her little snapping turtle mode (and she can have a nasty snap) turns her back on the ill-fated suitor for good. And so, is it any wonder, at this point....

Just go home!

This princess is fine being a third wheel on the Mav and Red outing. But the suitor was still trying to make nice with the princess by trying to entice her with his tight-ass ways, dangling the (literal) carrot in front of the hungry princess.

Mav and Red: Let's go to a bar!
Phil Collins: Want to go to that mexican restaurant? We can eat queso and cheese quesadillas.
This princess: Not a selling point! I hate cheese! Want bar!

Yet the suitor followed and the princess was getting increasingly-disgusted by his company. And so in the piano bar with the albino Stevie Wonder as Princess Mav is twirling around the room, Duke Red is buying drinks, the Ugly Suitor turns down a beer (probably because he didn't want to reciprocate the buying and his frequent buyer card was probably pointing to "my turn") - this princess turns her back on the ugly suitor one last time. Because why even try to be sacharine sweet to a sourpuss at this point?

And so he did. And everybody in the party was like, "Thank god." He was like Debbie Downer. That bad.

Oh, it's not over because.....

After all this, it is really not necessary to send a "follow-up" email letting the princess down.

But if you feel the need because "I don't think we are the best match," is music to the ears of a princess who has suffered the misery of one Friday night in your company. A princess doesn't like breaking the hearts of the insufferable.

P.S. Please stop stalking the princess online.

It is not necessary to keep looking at the princess' profile everyday. It creeps her out.


Mav said...

Blah Di Dah...I'm sure he was just jealous of our shining, fun, exciting personalities...what? You don't think we are a match? Say it ain't so! I couldn't stand Genesis anyway. You?

Morgan said...

Phil Collins sucks ass. I wouldn't even sing one of his songs if someone paid me. Ok, well maybe if they paid me ALOT. Or even just paid me with beer...wait...what was I saying?

Oh yeah...he sucks. Let's see if we can find him and beat the shit out of him. That's not wrong, is it?

James said...

wowee wow wow. holy bad dates. jumpin no cash havin jackass. Who shows up to a date without hitting the ATM first? talk about a jv play. You'd been better off buying a box of wine and meeting strangers at the eastern market metro...


Virginia Belle said...

holy bad dates, batman!

OMG. that was like a bad car wreck-- so awful, but i just couldn't stop. i had to know what happened!!

i tell ya, he wouldn't have made it past the pre-party with me. i don't bring money on dates. there is a reason for that. if he couldn't buy me a couple of f'n beers, i would just ask him:

"so you're telling me that i'm not even worth ten bucks?"--makes 'em stop and think every time! i have a hard and fast rule: i don't pay for squat on the first three dates. after that, i will make him dinner/suggest something that doesn't cost much/rent movies. you wouldn't catch me dead pulling money out of my wallet on a date. i would have told him to take me home.

and he wonders why he's single! what an ass!!!! seriously, how can you be that clueless about how to behave on a date? he sucks donkey nuts.

btw, i LOL when i read that judgy-wudgy was a bear part. that was awesome! you should have said that to him! it would have been classic!

girl, we've all been there. and there have been times when i should have told the guy to just take me home. have you read about my bad date with Danger Dan, who later became Disrespectful Dan? Check out my post for december 15th. you'll feel better. or at least will see you aren't alone! :)

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