There are bad dates, and then there is the date that Katie, a 29-year-old account director in New York City, went on with a guy named Matt last Saturday.
The date resulted in Matt sending this text a few days later ... so you know it can't be good (by which we mean "bad"):
The "misunderstanding" Matt's referring to? Oh, boy. Where to begin? Best to let Katie tell it:
"We met on a dating app and this was actually our second date. The first was fine, not mind-blowing, but fine. This time, he wanted to meet me on Saturday at 8:00 and texted me in advance that day to let me know he was going to already be on the Upper West Side with a friend at a bar (I thought maybe they were watching a game or something). He said the place we were going had live music and we'd get something to eat and have drinks. Around 7:15 he texted me that he was "having a winning streak with bar games" and to meet him at 8:30 instead. I was confused. I met him at 8:30, he was slurring, eyes glazed over and told me he was winning a BEER PONG TOURNEY down the street. I asked him how drunk he was on a scale of 1-10 and he said 4. Which was a giant lie."