So my friend had met this seemingly really nice guy online. He was planning to take her out for her birthday but didn't want to come to town alone, he lived 2 hours away. So she told him she had a friend for his friend, ME! I get a call from her asking me to do her a big birthday favor and go out with his friend. Normally I would never go out on a blind date as I don't trust other people to set me up, they are always wrong about who I will get alone with. Anyways I agreed since it was her birthday. She tells me great he already has my number. Well he finally calls. Seems like a nice guy. We talk for a while. I am thinking this could actually be fun. We talked about the usual. You know, whats your favorite movie, what do you do for fun, what do you do for work. Well he tells ...read moreme he is a carnival worker. Yes, thats right, a CARNEY. Fine, its just a job and nothing to judge anyone on right? So the next day he calls me at like 7 am. Just wanted to talk. Ok... so I tell him I have a bunch of house work to do and I will call him later. He called me about a dozen times by 3pm. I am now trying to figure out a way to get out of this blind date. My friend talks to her date and he says, "oh he just gets like that when he is nervous, he likes you". OK fine. Date night finally comes. My friend and I go meet up with the guys at the karaoke place. And there he is. He described himself as being tall, just over 6' with short brown hair, bright blue eyes and broad shoulders. Well he was tall, much more than 6', almost disturbingly tall. And his short brown hair, more like bald, can't really say he had bright blue eyes cuz they were so bloodshot. As for broad shoulders, he was built like the scarecrow. Now I am not shallow but carney work suited him. Still, I love karaoke and I am going to make the best of this situation. Or so I thought. Most men who take a woman to a bar will buy her a drink, well he was broke, fine. But he didn't even offer to get me a free glass of water. He spent the entire night trying to rub up on my leg. When I didn't respond to that the way he wanted he started to cry. He then got drunk on tequila, with money he stole from his friends wallet and spent some time in the bathroom screaming "Why won't she love me!" His friend was so ticked about him stealing money from his wallet that he drove home without him. My date proceeded to call me around 3am, asking for a ride home because he was stuck walking. When I said no he hung up, fine by me. The next day he calls me to apologize. I asked him how he got home. First he says he walked. I ask him how he walked more than 120 miles in about 5 hours. He finally says he got a ride, lets the name slip, turns out its his girlfriend who gave him a ride. This is why I don't do blind dates, my friend still owes me a huge favor for even ever passing my number on to that guy.