The Old Bait and Switch

Now, I am going to throw in a story from someone else because it is too good not to. This situation occurred to a customer of mine. We were out and started discussing our war stories about dating. Come to find out, she is on match.com too. We decide to share our most amusing story with each other.

This customer lives in the ‘burbs and started e-mailing a guy who also lives in the ‘burbs. They don’t have a conversation and just decide to meet at this nice Italian restaurant. My customer thinks, impressive, a great restaurant on a Saturday night. At the very minimum, I will have a decent meal.

He wants to meet at 4pm which was a bit early for dinner but she thought, I will make it work. Once she gets to the restaurant, she approaches the door and learns it is closed! She can’t believe it. She waits in her car and sees a guy pull in next to her. She strains a bit and realizes it is her date.

Now, her first reaction is, he had a very old picture. Although, not that unusual with internet dating. He gets out of the car to greet her. She said, we have a problem, this restaurant is closed. He says, oh, I know that, I just thought it was a central place to meet. Uh oh…

He then says, why don’t you follow me to a place down the road? She was thinking, I could just get in my car to leave, but, she thought that was a little too mean. In retrospect…

She follows him and they get to Panera Bread (gasp). A nice steak dinner or Panera Bread? Yikes! As they stand in line, she orders a lemonade. Her date also orders a lemonade.

When they get to the check-out line, the cashier asks if it is together or separate. After much hesitation, her date says it will be together. (tough for him to part with the $2.00).

They end up going to a table and having a conversation. She said there was definitely no spark. She sat there hungry and bored. He finally asks her if she would like something to eat, she said, yes, that’s great! He proceeds to go to the counter, take a napkin, and put a fistful of the complimentary bread chips in the napkin to bring back to the table. Can’t even pop for a soup or sandwich!

Unbelievable! Needless to say, she never saw him again.

Lesson learned? Misery loves company. I love this story!