There has been a strain of terror roaming the dating world, and that’s date crashers. As of recently, while I’ve been going on dates with gentleman callers, they have been crashed by friends of mine or friends of my date– ugh to date crashing, ugh. I’m not sure where this trend came from, but it’s our job to figure it out!
I will not name names because I refuse to slander the name of a good friend (even though I do it on Twitter all day). My dear friend, we’ll call him Sharkeisha. To my knowledge, this has happened to me three times and if it happens three times, it’s a trend. While at drinks at Campbell Apartment with a young professional, Sharkeisha hung out a little longer than expected and enjoyed a drink with us (on the dime of my gentleman caller). Can I blame her? No. Times are tough. It’s not just Sharkeisha though, so don’t go blaming him.
It seems that my friends aren’t the only ones doing it. Just this past week, I was re-connecting with an old flame that I ran into a few weeks ago. We decided to grab drinks at my favorite gay bar for happy hour and catch up. I assumed, our catching up would take place in his teeny-tiny bedroom, right where we left off. In his defense, I was drunk a majority of the time when we got together, he may of thought he needed a friend. This time though, I was sober and ready to get together. That was, until his funny friend accompanied him and took the conversation in a whole new direction.
Unfortunately, I haven’t experienced this until Sharkeisha. My major issue with this, is that Sharkeisha is wittier than I am. Now that I think of it, maybe this was a good thing. With Sharkeisha crashing my date, it got me on the right track. By right track, I mean a date at Per Se for one of my dates. Or maybe I should just say “Sharkeisha no!” I’m not sure.
Has your date ever been crashed? I want to hear from you. Maybe we can start a support group.
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