Single Sketches
First Date Fiascos
Cindy – “I met a guy for dinner on our first date. He was quite attractive and extremely interesting. The evening went very well, and when the waiter brought the check, I was convinced that we were mutually enchanted. But when we got outside the restaurant, he blew me a kiss, without even asking me if I had a lift home. He never called again, and I still sometimes wonder what I did wrong. It was obvious that I had somehow turned him off, and that he was too smooth to exhibit when it occurred.”
Lynn – “My first date with a handsome co-worker turned into an attempted rape when I accepted a lift home from him. When he parked in front of my door, he suddenly turned violent and ripped my blouse off. I got away by spraying him in the face with a bottle of perfume I had in my purse. The next morning he strolled into work and smiled at me as if nothing happened. I filed a police report when I got off from work. The next day he was arrested for sexual assault.”
Neil – “I was out on a first date with a woman who I thoroughly enjoyed. She was smart, pretty, and funny, and I thought the feeling was mutual. But when the check came and I questioned the waiter about the charges, (the bill was $275.00) her whole demeanor changed. When I called her the next day, she informed me that she’d rather I not call her again, because she was very leery of men who were “cheap.” She said she was totally embarrassed by my questioning the waiter about the bill.”
Jason – “I did a very stupid thing. I met a woman over the phone through a mutual friend. She had a lovely voice and personality. When we finally met, several weeks later, I was disappointed that she was not nearly as attractive as her Facebook photo. During dinner, I shifted uncomfortably and glanced at my watch every five minutes. I was disappointed, and couldn’t conceal it. I was preparing to end the evening abruptly, when she looked me straight in the eyes with a genuine smile and said, “I’m sorry I’m not your type. But I hope we can be friends.” My heart dropped in my chest, and I felt like a heel. I hated that I had been so transparent. When she insisted on picking up the check, I apologized profusely but refused her offer. However, when I found my car windshield smashed two nights later, my gut told me she did it.”