Well, so Victor, Sweetie and I went to this MotoCross thing Saturday night. He texted me saying he was leaving his place and did I want to take the train. I say sure and he asks me to figure out which train to take. I don't have internet at home at that point so I say, no computer, let's just drive. He says he's heading out on this motorcycle, so I assume we're driving my car. When did it become the job of the woman to provide transportation on a date that the guy asked for? I'm a little ticked, but decide not to get worked up over it. I figure he'll drive since I assume he knows where this thing is being held. Nope! He insists that I drive and then he's not even sure which park it is. Luckily I had mapquested directions.
We get to the event and have to park like a mile (okay, maybe 1/2 mile) away and then have to find his friend with the tickets in a crowd of 20 something highschool inbred idiots who have already started the party outside the stadium. One guy is standing there holding this pass out chick who's half way to the ground. Nice! We get tickets and once we're inside he has no idea how to find our seats. We decide to grab something to eat before we sit down and he hesitates when the bill starts to add up. Hello? He asked me to come and the tickets were free and I paid for the gas!!! So I chip in some money and we let Sweetie help us look for our seats.
We had to hike up to the very last seat at the very top of the stadium. Along the way there are people that are really aggressively pushing us around and Sweetie and I are amazed that Victor isn't pushing back to give us space to walk. I know Bill was an asshole, but at least when we walked in crowds we didn't have to worry about being trampled. We couldn't find the exact seats but there were 3 pretty close so we sat down. About 1/2 hour into the game we got booted out of them and I had to ask someone who worked there where they were. We get there and someone is sitting in our seats. And they're big and drunk and stupid. Victor didn't step up and tell the guy and his bitches to move. The guy moved, but the bitches sat there trying to stare me down. I totally got in their faces and even did the finger pointing at them and then pointing "outta there!" thing. They moved, I must have looked as pissed as I felt at this point.
Sweetie, in her teenage optimism, didn't bring a coat so 1/2 way through the event I took mine off and gave it to her. She was like blue! He didn't offer and by now I had Sweetie sitting between us. When she warmed up a bit she and I shared my coat like a blanket, which left our backsides frozen but at least our tits weren't forming icecycles. Then he offers his coat. By now I'm totally disillusioned and turn it down. I'd rather freeze.
This is the guy who professes to being old fashioned, but I'm not seeing old fashioned. I'm seeing perhaps lazy and maybe not really all that interested. If that is the case he should just be honest. If he didn't want to take Faith along we should have not gone at all. I'm a package deal with my kids. I also learned that watching guys race around a track all evening probably isn't something I'm going to do again. Especially if my date keeps talking about the blond bimbo who holds the numbers.
