I’ve been lucky enough to avoid bad dates, especially those dreaded first ones. But then there was Raquel. We met at a wedding, and she was stunning—a real showstopper. We exchanged several glances during the ceremony, the kind that made me feel like the only guy in the room. That gave me the guts to strike up a conversation before the reception. From there, we hit it off with playful banter, spent the evening dancing like no one was watching, and things seemed, well…perfect.
Since she was jetting off to Peru after the weekend, I figured, “Why not make the most of it?” So, I set up an all-day date for the very next day: brunch, a visit to the zoo, and a dinner to cap things off. Sounded like a plan that couldn’t go wrong.
But, oh, did it go wrong.
Without the wedding as a backdrop—the music, the food, the lively guests—it was just the two of us, face to face. And let’s just say, Raquel wasn’t exactly the conversational powerhouse I’d imagined. Her knowledge of, well, anything beyond the very basics was…limited. Our conversations fizzled faster than a soda left out in the sun. No matter what topic I threw out there, it was like playing tennis with a brick wall— and no bounce back.
After the zoo, I knew I had to call it. When she asked, “So, what’s the plan for dinner?” I mumbled some excuse. Honestly, I couldn’t stomach the thought of another hour, let alone a meal, with her. It was a shame, though—she really was beautiful.