What’s the worst date you ever had?

Do platonic 'dates' count? This one was a disaster. Let me preface this by saying this was years ago and things are much better now.

This was about an ex-friend who was supposed to meet up with me for my birthday (it was technically two days after my birthday, on the weekend when I could actually go out). This was back in the days when I had really low self esteem and was having a tough time. I had failed at a suicide attempt a couple weeks prior and was feeling pretty empty afterwards and not sure how to move forward. I hadn't told a soul and made the mistake of choosing this particular friend to talk shit out with. It was technically my birthday-fun-thing whatever but I did tell him I had something serious to talk to him about privately the day before we were to meet. I hadn't eaten all day, so we were going to have a meal and some drinks.

He says he's at this bar downtown with some friends and to meet him there and we'll split off on our own. I didn't own a car, so I bus down there. I get to the bar and he's not there. He texts me to let me know the group decided to go to another bar not long after our last phone call (but didn't think to tell me). Okay, whatever. I bus to this other bar. He's not there. I text him and he says they weren't feeling that second bar either so now they're at his buddy's apartment drinking but promises me he'll be leaving soon. I have an iron deficiency and was starting to feel weak. He knows I have this problem, and I let him know I need to eat something soon. He shouts at me to eat without him. I've been trying to meet up with him for 40 minutes at this point.I think to myself, fuck this, and text a mutual friend in the area instead.

At my other friend's place she offers me an iron supplement (which I had never had before). This guy texts me saying he still wants to meet up and he's heading my way and wants to meet down the street. My other friend, in all of her wisdom, warned me not to go. But my dumbass, still wanting to have that 'talk' agrees to meet up with him.

So I'm standing in the street waiting for him...and he's no where to be seen. It's winter in Canada mind you, and colder than a yeti's balls. He stops answering his phone. Meanwhile I learn iron supplements on an empty stomach can cause diarrhea. Boy does it ever. I barely make it to a nearby grocery store and just desecrate their toilet. Then I just start crying in this bathroom over what a shitty birthday this was turning out to be. I manage to buy a diarrhea remedy at the store and hang out there until it somewhat settled (I didn't trust myself to hold out in a bus or cab). So after about an hour of shitting out my insides I feel well enough to attempt the bus home. As I'm going to the bus stop the guy calls me back, drunk, asking where I am. He's still at his friend's house. I lay into him on the phone for being an inconsiderate prick for dicking me around on my birthday. He blames his friends for not letting him get away. Says he is still planning on meeting up with me. After the last couple hours, I wanted SOMETHING to come out of tonight so I give him 15 minutes. I am standing at the bus stop the entire time, freezing my ass off and watch my bus go by. He keeps texting me he's 5 minutes away. I watch my second bus go by. By this point I feel like an absolute fool and resolve to get on the next bus. I had been waiting for him outside for an hour, it now being 3 hours after I initially tried to meet up him.

He stumbles up just as the 3rd bus pulls up, very drunk. I tell him he's an absolute asshole for doing this to me and he tells me I'm pathetic for letting someone treat me this way (he's not wrong). I guess he could see how upset I was and finally apologizes and promises to be a better friend. I still want to talk with someone about what has been going on, so I relent and we go to a restaurant/bar.

I guess my stomach wasn't fully settled, since for the first 30 min we're in the bar I kept excusing myself to use the bathroom. While this is happening he's been ordering drinks for himself. We finally talk about what's been going on with me. He starts openly crying in the restaurant and starts telling me how bad this is all making him feel. I have to console him to get him to stop crying. Eventually the mood picks up and the meal goes ok. When the bill comes he tells me he has no money left on him. I had to pay for his drinks and meal. Then he tells me he has no ride home (he lives clear across the city). So I ended up paying for his cab home too.

In retrospect I figured he only ever showed up to use me to score more drinks and pay his way home because I used to place a lot of value on how 'helpful' I could be to other people (doormat). This was one of the more embarrassing nights of my life since I allowed myself to be treated that way. Cutting this person out of my life was one of the best decisions I ever made.

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