The Bad Date

As I was getting ready to go to the movies with my family on Thanksgiving day (we saw Happy Feet, which was completely terrible, by the way), I remembered another miserable night I once spent at the movies.

When I was a sophomore at the BYU, a boy named Tyler asked me out on a date. I was fresh on the dating scene, having recently sent my now-husband on his mission to the lonely and frigid wastelands of Alberta, Canada. I didn't know Tyler very well, but I knew him well enough to know that we weren't a match.

The following is an account of the above mentioned date.

It was a total disaster.

He picked me up in his huge old clunker of a car. (For the record, I didn't mind that he drove a hunk of junk. In fact, that was one of the only endearing things about this boy.) For our big date, we were going to the movies. On our way to the theater, we made two stops. The first was at a gas station convenience store to pick up some treats for the movie. After I picked out my treat, I watched as his friend, who was working the cash register, gave us our candy at a greatly (and illegally, I might add) lowered price. Hmm, I thought. That was uncomfortable.

Stop number two was at the grocery store, where one could purchase movie tickets at a discounted price. This was no surprise. I had done it myself many times. Why pay full price for a movie when you could get a ticket for half off, right?

At the movie theater, as I saved our places in line, I watched as Tyler went to the box office and returned our recently purchased discounted movie tickets for full price. We no longer needed our tickets because he had figured out a way to sneak us in.

My date actually made money on our night out.

I know he was poor. And I know he was a nice guy. But is that any way to impress a girl? Needless to say, that was my first and last date with Tyler.

I wish I remembered what movie we saw.