Lets Just Call Him Louie . . .

I went on a date recently with a guy I use to know from school. . For privacy reasons let’s just call him "Louie"

After we reconnected on Facebook we decided to exchange numbers and spent hours texting and a few days talking before we decided to have dinner. Here is where the fun begins... After Louie shows up almost 2 hours late, we head to dinner.. Deciding to eat at a pizza/pub place we head outta town. Now usually I take my own car and meet a date there (just in case I need to bail) but, I gave him the benefit of doubt. I know this guy and we use to go to school together so I felt it was a rational decision to ride together.

We arrive at our destination and he is a little jittery and very nervous.. (First date jitters I assume!) The waitress comes to take our order and she is a very cute bubbly little blonde. She politely asks what we would like to order to which my date replies : Beer and Pizza… ( I am a pizza and beer girl so..fair enough) She points out some selections on the menu to which he ask how much each item is. (First Red Flag). The waitress smiles and gives all information while I am trying to be nice and not show my real emotion (What a penny pincher!!)

After we get our food a random guy walks into the pub and says “Hey Louie” Louie was not surprised at all to see him and excused himself to go say hello. Returning back to the table he informs me he believes he left his wallet in his car and needs to go retrieve it.. with a smile on my face I say okay no problem….10 min go by…15…25… and the waitress is even concerned at this point… b/c she chooses to sit with me and ask what’s going on with my date that I am clearly freaked out by LOL .. Not knowing what to say I say it’s a blind date and it’s going horribly wrong! She laughs and tells me if I need anything just flag her down. My date finally returns 30 minutes later (after what I believe to be a drug deal in the parking lot) and is carrying a coin purse (yes, his wallet).

The waitress returns with the ticket and a sympathetic smile on her face. Louie is scrapping through his wallet (the coin purse) and saying I sure hope I have enough. (YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING RIGHT????) So we finally leave and he asks if I would like to go shoot pool with a friend. I fake a text to my mom and let him know I need to return to town because my daughter is not sleeping well and that is when my assumption was proved to be correct. Louie makes a phone call to his pool friend and lets him know we will be heading home and then continues to talk and get in a heated argument with unknown friend (drug dealer) about money and what happened in the parking lot. After he gets off the phone he asks me again if I would mind going and meeting up with his friends my reply was a very frustrated no I need to get home.

SO, I made it home alive and unharmed. Woke up to 18 text messages from Louie and reading them I wonder why I even continue to date….. The guy asked me if I took his money..He told me what an awesome woman I was.. and informed me he doesnt remember half of the evening all in a matter of a few messages. Yes he was clearly a druggie..dealing drugs..and I was the lovely bystander for the eveing and No...you cant make this stuff up...........