The first date is an exciting moment for everyone. To get to the second, you need to make the first unforgettable. But in life there are times when not everything goes perfectly. It is better to learn from the mistakes of others. Take them into service and do not repeat. Real life stories clearly show how not to behave on a first date.
1. A woman must be late
Sveta and Lesha met on the Internet. It was Friday evening after work. It so happened that the report for the chief of Sveta finished earlier. And flew out of work on the first date with Lesha, wildly afraid of being late. As a result, I rode twenty minutes earlier. Lesha was not there. Sveta was embarrassed and went for a walk in the nearest courtyards, for something suggested that it was somehow unworthy for a decent girl to come before a gentleman and sit at a table, waiting for him. Half an hour later, Sveta returned to the intended place, but in order not to be trapped, carefully, at a safe distance, scanned the meeting place. The view from around the corner was beautiful, the summer cafe was perfect. Lesha was not there yet. The cavalier was ten minutes late. "Traffic jams" - thought Sveta and strengthened her position around the corner.
After fifteen minutes of waiting, Sveta got bored and began to look at the surroundings, passers-by and neighboring trees. And then, on the other side of the street, Sveta noticed a young man who, from behind a tree, was closely watching the same cafe and impatiently glancing at his watch. Sveta was not the queen of logic, but her intuition told her that it was Lesha. And Sveta wondered who would run out of patience before. After another ten minutes, the gentleman was noticeably sad because of the tree. And ten minutes later, he trudged towards the metro. Sveta came home and discussed with her friend for a long time on the topic: "What are they all …". The date ended before it began. But she examined Lesha in all the details. A decent guy, but he behaved…. Ugh, in one word!
On Friday evening, Lesha took time off from work early. I was afraid to be late for a date with a new acquaintance on the Internet. I wanted to look five-plus. He worked as a real estate agent and during the day he ran so much that it was completely impossible to go on a date like this. Lesha expected a lot from the evening. Sveta seemed to him an interesting girl, pretty, with a sense of humor and with a good figure. One thing overshadowed the joy of the anticipation of the meeting: a friend's story about his experience of meeting a lady from the Internet. And the point was that when, after two weeks of correspondence, a friend came on a date, it turned out that the lady looked ten years older than her photos, and fifteen kilograms heavier than stated in the questionnaire. In addition, it turned out that the lady was burdened with her son from her first marriage, but she was not burdened with intelligence. Then the lady woke up a wild appetite, she, without hesitation, ordered half of the menu, washed it down with beer, and carefully put the rest of the supper with her in a bag ("For the dog," the lady explained). Lesha drove these thoughts away from himself, but his friend's experience haunted him.
Arriving at the meeting place on time, and not seeing the girl Sveta, Lesha sensibly assumed that all the girls were late. And decided, in order to avoid the embarrassment of a friend, to watch the street for girls approaching him. He took a position behind the tree and turned into continuous vision. Time passed, and there were no similar girls. Moreover, there were no girls who, in splendid isolation, entered the cafe. Couples or friends came in in a flock, but clearly not the one who was waiting for. Lesha stood behind the tree for forty-five minutes. The light did not appear. And something told Lesha that she would not come any more. Lesha felt hurt. Why did you cheat? I could tell right away that it wouldn’t work. In the evening, over a beer, Lesha replenished a friend's piggy bank about bumps on the first date. Then he removed Sveta from all his friends and made a date with Natasha. Also cute, with a sense of humor and a figure of nothing.
2. Blind Date
For a long time Maxim was persuaded by his friends to meet Elena, beautiful in all respects, the girlfriend of his friend's girlfriend. The most ironic arguments were given: "We will go on vacation together", "To rent a summer cottage for the summer for two couples cheaper", "That you go alone, it's time to find a normal girl." Finished off stories about the merits of Elena. She travels a lot, knows three languages, is sociable, she has a lot of friends and various acquaintances, she is a person with a broad outlook and original views, and just "calling everyone so airy for kisses." Maxim decided: "I'll go and take a look, you can always say later that you didn't like it, but they will lag behind."
I came. Elena appeared almost immediately. The naked eye could see that the girl had prepared seriously for the date. She had everything in her arsenal: heels about twenty centimeters long, a skirt of the same length, a neckline screaming: "This woman can breastfeed the future football team", the leader of the Redskin tribe would have envied the make-up. The image was completed by a trail of perfumes, the aroma of which could be appreciated by any visitor of a small restaurant. Elena was determined. She smiled broadly. Gracefully bent down and kissed Maxim on the cheek. And, without thinking twice, she began the conversation: "Hello! I'm Elena. And I imagined you like that. What are we going to drink? Let's start, perhaps, with wine. What do you like? Or champagne for your acquaintance? Or maybe something stronger for you right away? how do you drink in general or? " Elena was impressive. A nearby table with guests from the friendly Caucasus looked at her with undisguised admiration. The continuation of the conversation was not long in coming. While waiting for the order, Maxim found out that Elena was married twice, but she came across only goats. The first husband went to another, and the second was a mumbled, miser and curmudgeon. He himself could not keep his beautiful wife. Elena did not put up with the poor quality of Russian men and decided to try her luck abroad.
She left for Italy to an acquaintance whom she was advised by a friend who, by correspondence, met his friend's brother. The Italian turned out to be a boor. I could not appreciate the breadth of the soul of the beautiful Elena. A month later, I asked my new girlfriend to vacate the living space. But Elena managed to learn a couple of phrases in Italian (this is knowledge of the first language). Having asked her second husband to send money, Elena unsuccessfully searched for an Italian husband. Then she was forced to return home, because the second husband - a miser and a curmudgeon - refused to finance the ex-wife's escapades.
In Moscow, Elena was immediately lucky. I met a gallant and beautiful Turkish architect in all respects. He gave flowers and gifts, taught Elena the Turkish language (this is Elena's second language), took her to Suzdal, rode a Ferris wheel and fed her ice cream. He promised to introduce him to my mother, invited me to Istanbul. And he even hinted that he was ready to marry. Elena began to look into wedding salons. But then luck turned away. The Turk has disappeared. Absolutely. He didn't even leave a note: "Don't wait for dinner. Your Gopher."
Elena grieved for a long time. About two weeks. Then, pouring grief with her friends in a nightclub, I saw him. More precisely, he saw her. Not right away. Looked closely for a long time. I saw almost in the morning, when the people in the hall noticeably thinned out. His name was beautiful "Ashot". It was a real passion. Ashot was generous, courageous and unusually sexy. Elena plunged headlong into a new novel. She emerged a month later, after an unworthy and humiliating conversation with Ashot's wife.
Now Elena did not believe in foreign-made men. She wanted to support a domestic manufacturer. In her thirties, she already clearly knew what she wanted from a man and from life. She ended the monologue with the phrase: "So, boy, I'm an old sick monkey. I know exactly what I want from life," and put out the seventh cigarette. Maxim drank the whiskey in one gulp, Elena drained a glass of champagne in one gulp.
We repeated it. Maxim decided to enter into a dialogue, because at the beginning of dinner he foolishly ordered a hot one and for some reason dessert (the same to the lady), and it was somehow awkward to leave. Moreover, Elena's stories were popular at neighboring tables. And he did not dare to disappoint the guests from the friendly Caucasus, his upbringing did not allow. Maxim decided to clarify what now the beautiful Elena wants from men in general and from life in particular. Half an hour later, he regretted his thoughtless question.
Elena, having lit a cigarette and wet her throat with champagne, found a second wind. And, drawing air into her chest, she began to talk about her expectations and dreams. In Elena's opinion, her requests were more than modest and down-to-earth. It should be just a normal man who earns and loves his job and his wife. So that he was a real man. So that it’s like behind a wall, so that Elena can afford to be a woman. Sit at home, take care of yourself. Help financially relatives in Ukraine. It's hard for them. There is one mother and three sisters. The youngest is about to give birth.
Of course, he must not only understand Elena's broad and complex soul, but also adore her for who she is. And at the same time adore her friends: "I'll introduce you to them, they are such girls!", Adore and support her relatives. "Thank God, not previous husbands" - thought Maxim. Carry regularly to rest in normal places. What kind of places, Maxim did not specify, the feeling of self-preservation suggested. It is regular to attend cultural events with Elena for spiritual and physical development. He must work for two. Must love, want and dream of children. Have a country house and a prestigious car. Less meeting with friends. Okay, even with business partners, but not with these screaming freaks, football fans (the first husband was enough) and not with these incomprehensible alcoholic fishermen (we know, they swam, the second husband was a fisherman). Elena finished the monologue with the words: "For a start, I think that's enough. Then I'll remember something else."
Maxim never dined at such a speed in a restaurant. He swallowed the hot and the dessert almost simultaneously. And to end the conversation, he asked a question that haunted him: "Elena, they told me that you know three languages. Tell me, besides Italian and Turkish, which other languages do you speak?" The answer killed: "English, they taught at vocational school."
He then tried to meet with a friend on neutral territory. And I never went on blind dates again.
