Friday, May 13, 2011

I've always wanted to date a criminal

A friend of mine and I used to frequent PF Changs for their happy hour (if you haven't been, it's really actually quite good). One particular night, the assistant manager kept sending over drinks and desserts for us. My girlfriend knew him (but not really. After this episode, I'm not sure friends of friends can be trusted) and said from what she knew, he was a good guy. He managed to track down my number (through all those friends of friends) and asked me on a date. He suggested a very swanky restaurant in a nice part of town, and since we know that not only does a girl gotta eat, but a girl likes to eat well, I of course said OK. We had a FABULOUS dinner, a delish bottle of wine and really good conversation. He wasn't my typical kind of guy, but I was trying to be optimistic in this new life of mine and not necessarily cling to those types of mine. Especially since those typical types hadn't worked out for me thus far. The night ended with a "we'll go out again soon" and a kiss on the cheek.

Only, about three days later he txted me that he was planning a weekend trip to Savannah and wanted me to be his guest. Whoa there killer. I told him perhaps a second date would be a good idea before even considering an overnight date. He backed off a bit. On or around this same time, I was planning a 21st birthday redo party. I had recently been informed that my 21st birthday was lame (it was. I was in bed by 11) and that I should redo it. So, I planned a golf pros and tennis hoes bar crawl. Chang wanted to come, only I was served one too many and wasn't exactly checking my phone. I ended up getting a barrage of hateful txts about how this guy felt like a clown walking around dressed like a golfer trying to find us at the beach. First off, since when do clowns golf? I informed my girlfriend that this cat was a bit cray cray and there would definitely not be a trip to Savannah EVER with him, and definitely not a second date.

Approximately two months later, I got wind of a news article I should read. It included things like:

An employee at P.F. Chang's restaurant is accused of poisoning a co-worker's coffee.

According to an arrest report, the victim got sick and nauseous and went to a hospital after taking a drink of her coffee that had some cleaner sprayed into it. She was treated and released.

so he is a poisioner. awesome. glad I avoided getting bleach poured down my throat. and you can bet i've been going back to the Chang now that I know he's in the pokey and not there, enticing me with free desserts.