'Roid Rager

Note to self do not date any guy that can't put his arms down in full due to body building.

Met a hot guy who was a bodybuilder by hobby and thought it would be a hot date. We went to a local bar that played live music and were having a great conversation. He ordered ONE scotch that he kept sipping and I had a drink or two. So far so good, right?

RED FLAG #1: Every so often my date had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, which he attributed to the "vitamins" he was taking for his workouts. After about an hour or so, we decide that maybe we should leave that bar and go elsewhere.

RED FLAG #2: We walked out of the bar and my next red flag occurred as he stumbled upon getting outside. I tried to push it aside in my head and we began walking together.

RED FLAG #3: As we got a few blocks down, my lovely date began puking on the sidewalk. Now I know some people are lightweights but come on!! He was a big dude and he had ONE drink. At this point, I have to figure out what to do with my retching date, and I remember some benches/seating area a block or two away and I practically carry him there.

We get to the benches where he proceeds to nod off and practically pass out in between episodes of throwing up and trying to kiss me which was disgusting.

So I am sitting there and it's getting later and later and I because I am nice I refuse to leave him on a bench to then get mugged or worse.......

Oops I forgot to mention that he drove in for the date from Queens to Manhattan.

Any who, it is now approaching 1 or 2am and I am trying to figure out what do with this guy and i decide that I am going to take his keys....cause clearly I am sober by then....go walk to his car by myself and drive it over to where we are sitting. After I do that I carry my dead weight of a date and throw him into the backseat of his car so he can at least sleep it off. I walk myself home and wonder WTF?!

RED FLAG #4:  Nope the story doesn't end there. The next day I receive a voicemail, because duh I am not answering the phone for this fool, wherein he goes on to apologize for puking and that he had "pre-gamed" before he DROVE in from queens. So not only was he drunk when he got there, he drove drunk, and then asked if we could go out again since the date had gone badly.

Suffice it to say I never called him back.