I’m not a big drinker…at all. But when I know a date is going to be bad — and I can sense it within 5 minutes — the wine is ordered immediately. I drink it for two reasons: (1) To numb the pain of the torture I am about to withstand and (2) It makes a guy a little less obnoxious (or perhaps it makes me a little more obnoxious, either way, it’s a win/win).
I truly dislike the taste of wine. Which is why I must be in a pretty bad spot to force myself to drink it. There’s just something about the gross liquid gliding down my throat that makes his story about his Fantasy Football lineup a little more interesting.
My ex always used to get insulted and say to me, “Why do you only drink when you go out? You never drink with me.” And I’d tell him, “Because I could stand you.”
I once went on a date with a guy that was so horrible I almost ordered a second glass. By the time I was three-quarters of the way through my white wine, his condescending tone was less harsh, and I was able to think about what I was going to eat for lunch the next day without being so bothered by his voice.
Have you ever had to be drunk to get through a bad date?