Bad Date 2 - The Bicycle

There is a reason why people say do not expect a relationship from someone you've met a club.  A few years ago, I went to a popular latin club with my roommate at the time and met someone who I was automatically physically attracted to.  Obviously after a few drinks and forgotten conversation, we exchanged numbers. Maybe a few days later, I invited him over to hang out with me and my roommate.  I remember I waited a good hour and started to wonder where he was.  He told me he lived in a part of town that was no further than 20 minutes away.  Finally, I heard a knock on the door.  He had finally arrived.  I asked him, "How did you get here?"

He replied, "I rode by bike".

Automatically, I assumed it was a motorcyle.  I asked where he parked it and he said downstairs, I locked it against the stairwell.  I opened the door and looked downstairs.  To my surprise, it was a BICYCLE.  Then I went on to find out that he had actually taken the bus the majority of the way and put the bike on the front caddy.  I really wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and just brush it off since he had recently divorced his wife and she had gotten the car in the settlement. 

What I didn't notice from meeting him at the club is that he was a non stop talker and spit flew out of his mouth everytime he opened it.  GROSS!  Again, since I'm such a nice person, I let him continue to speak.  He then offered to take me out to eat.  I didn't want to think he would be able to come back, so I asked him about his bike.  He advised that I put it in my trunk and go to the restaurant.  Quickly, I thought to myself, if I don't do this then I will have to see him again.  We went to the local ale house to have a quick bite.

On the way back to his house, a car next to us started signaling us to open the window.  I didn't think anything of it until they started laughing.  They were making fun of me for driving a grown man with a bicycle. 

My faithful roommate called me on the way back to his house and gave me a way out.  I told him that my sister got to my apartment and I had to go back immediately, it was an emergency.  I dropped him off and he asked, "I'm never going to see you again, am I?"  I lied and told him I would give him a call. 

Needless to say, he did not get a goodnight kiss and I never saw him again.