I just remembered the first time I started dating a certain someone and things didn't go according to plan. I had managed to persuade a lady I really liked to spend some time with me on a date. I had planned a simple dinner at a certain restaurant and then we'd take in a movie afterwards. So I picked her up and we visited this nice looking restaurant that I had never been to before (but which was recommended by a close friend). We sat down and placed our orders. She asked for something simple. I decided on ordering something with an exotic sounding name. What I didn't know was that this dish came with an enormous salad IN THE SAME PLATE. So when her meal came it was nicely plated and looked delightful. When mine finally showed up, it had so much green salad I felt somewhat like a goat. A couple of guys at the next table looked at me and began to giggle. I am sure she had a smirk on her face too from somewhere behind the salad on the other side of the table.
I ended up calling the waiter to our table and gently told him that I'd left my goats at home so the salad was too large. He removed my plate and returned later with something that resembled a meal that was somewhat recognizable. Plus the salad was served separately.
A few minutes into our meal two ladies walked up to our table, greeted the lady and turned to me saying, "Shame on you! You are in the newspaper and already you have another lady! You sick man! I will never buy your music!" I was gobsmacked. Buy my music? I mean...I've heard myself sing and even I won't buy my music. The ladies turned to leave but I called out to them, "Wait wait wait! I'm confused.Who am I?" One of them named a certain local musician. Now I remembered that a trade union representative that I had dealings with, once told me that his wife had mistaken me for this same musician because I apparently bore some resemblance to this guy (yes he is not what one would describe as a "hunk"). I had go to great lengths to clear up the confusion and salvage what dignity I had left. I did this but only after producing my drivers licence for the ladies to inspect! They apologized profusely and left, but their antics had not gone unnoticed. Now I didn't know much about this musician so I got the waiters attention and motioned for him to come over. On inquiring about this guy I learnt that he had been accused of sexually assaulting a young lady and it had made the tabloids. Eish! talk about looking like the wrong guy! Needless to say the rest of the evening was bathed soft music and awkwardness.
Any embarrassing dates to share?
I ended up calling the waiter to our table and gently told him that I'd left my goats at home so the salad was too large. He removed my plate and returned later with something that resembled a meal that was somewhat recognizable. Plus the salad was served separately. A few minutes into our meal two ladies walked up to our table, greeted the lady and turned to me saying, "Shame on you! You are in the newspaper and already you have another lady! You sick man! I will never buy your music!" I was gobsmacked. Buy my music? I mean...I've heard myself sing and even I won't buy my music. The ladies turned to leave but I called out to them, "Wait wait wait! I'm confused.Who am I?" One of them named a certain local musician. Now I remembered that a trade union representative that I had dealings with, once told me that his wife had mistaken me for this same musician because I apparently bore some resemblance to this guy (yes he is not what one would describe as a "hunk"). I had go to great lengths to clear up the confusion and salvage what dignity I had left. I did this but only after producing my drivers licence for the ladies to inspect! They apologized profusely and left, but their antics had not gone unnoticed. Now I didn't know much about this musician so I got the waiters attention and motioned for him to come over. On inquiring about this guy I learnt that he had been accused of sexually assaulting a young lady and it had made the tabloids. Eish! talk about looking like the wrong guy!
Needless to say the rest of the evening was bathed soft music and awkwardness.Any embarrassing dates to share?
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