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Here comes another bad date story. This girl was actually the first girl I planned a date with one week into the declaration of the global lockdown and the country mandated quarantine. I commended myself at the time for being able to adapt so easily but to no avail. She was a girl that I just randomly messaged(slid in her DMs) on Facebook. We had some mutual friends, but little did I know what I was getting into.
Upon the initial pandemic I tried to see her after we agreed to meet, she kept insisting that she didn't drive and that I'd come pick her up. I told her to take an Uber and just meet me but she wasn't comfortable with that, she didn't want to take the bus and when she heard I had a motorcycle instead of a car she was opposed to a ride. After much talking and planning, nothing ever really got planned. Not only that but she was terrible at responding on time so everything became outdated by the time she got back to me. Months and many little mamas later I contacted her sometime in September and she was still available. She gave me the same conditions and made no efforts to come my way but she suggested a restaurant in Aventura called Novecento and I decided that I can meet her there if that was easier for her. I was familiar with the plaza the restaurant was in but I decided to take an Uber instead of my motorcycle for some odd reason. I guess my logic was that if she were to come back home with me then she wouldn't get on the back of my bike and that probably wouldn't seal the deal. It's best to stay together. So fast forward, I arrive at the restaurant around 7 P.M. I get there first and I take a seat and a little later she comes strolling in looking around for me. I wave her down and she takes a seat, she looks a little better than her photos. She had long brown hair, very thin lips, light makeup, very porous skin, a big nose, a thin figure in a pencil dress but overall appealing to the eye. She complimented me a ton from the start, saying how good I looked and it was a little simpish but I accepted it.
Novecento
So here's the frustrating part, the waiter comes over and gives us the usual greeting and he's prepared to take our order. We ask for some extra time and he excuses us. Initially, I was there only to have a glass of wine and talk and I was adamant about that but she insisted we try something called "Miami Spice." When I inquired about what it was she told me that for a certain period of time select restaurants in Miami have an additional menu which features a course of their best meals. I see she already planned this far ahead and I come to find out she's a big foodie. This particular spice was a three course meal that was around $70 dollars. But I was still opposed, but when she insisted we split the check and the meal I caved in. Not that I was cheap but I really hate eating on dates since I eat extremely slow and I just can't have deep talks and eat at the same time. It's one of the Red Pill rules actually, keep it to a drink or a coffee, low investment first date in case things go south and I guess I forgot my training that night. So I continue with the wine and she tells me that she doesn't drink, like at all, for religious reasons I believe. So the first course was like finger foods, really nothing special. The second course was like a meatloaf-like meal with sauces all around, to be honest it was pathetic for the price. I wasn't pleased with the portion sizes but I was looking at the bigger picture: her. We talked about her educational background: she studied psychology , which is interesting (more on that later).She told me she wasn't working and other things. I asked her if she knew Arabic and she replied that she did. I'd drop little coy sexual tease in the conversation and she seemed to not pick up on any of it. Not even when they were blatant before when we were texting. So then the last round comes and it's some dessert, very thin flan, creme brulee and a side scoop of vanilla ice cream. It was probably the best part of the meal but way too little of a portion. She heads to the restroom and I finish my wine in the meantime. The waiter then comes for the check and I mention we're splitting. So the man grabs her card first and it gets declined. He swipes again...declined. Then again: declined.
It was embarrassing to watch and something told me from our prior conversations that she knew she had no money, it would explain as to why she couldn't Uber to me earlier due to payment method issues. I hand over my card and pay for the whole thing and she says she will pay me back later: spoiler alert, she never did. With the tip and the wine, the bill came out close to $100. So we stay and talk at the table for like 15 minute well after the bill is paid. And I tell her we can head back to my place and she's generally confused. She exclaims:
"Wait, you mean sex?!"
"Yeah, we spoke about it many times before this."
"Well I didn't know that's what you meant, I'm a virgin."
So all my foreplay and innuendos went completely over her head. I had already texted my brother under the table that I was bringing over a girl tonight, I guess that plan was axed. But at least we can finish the night and set up some rapport. So I continued. She mentions her phone battery is getting low and I show her a neat feature of my Samsung Galaxy called Powershare. It allows my phone to charge her phone with my phone being the dock, and it charges through the phones’ cases! I take pride in that but I digress. She's equally amazed but my phone doesn't have enough juice to give her some. We walk away from the restaurant only to go for a little walk but she's insistent that her phone needs charge though she has about like 30% so she goes back to the restaurant to ask every waiter for a charger. One waiter has a charger and charges her phone in the back kitchen, so there we are back at the restaurant of the awkward card decline. At least this time we're inside the restaurant to which no one was seated inside at the time so it was dark and secluded. We talk more but I'm livid at this point because we're sitting ducks and she literally can't make her mind up over anything. I once brought up that she has to pay my money back over this night to which she agrees she'll pay me back, again. At this point, I'm not even afraid to ask for my cut, this whole night was becoming a waste of time and my next point will further support that.
After she gets her phone back, we finally bid adieu to the place. We walk around the empty but lit shopping plaza and find a secluded area. She expresses that she wants to be kissed but everytime I draw close she freaks out. I tell her to relax and it happens again. Here we are, standing to each other's faces for 30 minutes and she's like a broken record repeating the same advance and pullback. I tell her it's okay, she can do it when she's ready. She draws her face about halfway close to mine and freaks out saying "Isn't this too fast? it's weird," all while having a huge smile on her face. She only had two expressions: happiness and aloofness.
It was then I knew what I was looking at, this woman was autistic, in a low subtle way. She was on a spectrum of a threshold just so close to actually being detected that it would just be seen as quirky or odd. It all made sense, the friends she had with Asperger's and her constant inability to make a decision or needed constant reassurance and confirmation. I guess because she studied psychology I didn't immediately pick up on it. This Syrian girl lived under her father's supervision and credit cards. On her Instagram she constantly frequents Miami's finest restaurants weekly and posting food, her posts go back for years. This isn't the look of a woman without money, it's the look of a woman who spends others money. A virgin, non party type, non alcoholic but a full on socialite who indulges the finest cuisine is bound to have some run ins with high baller men.
I realized that we'd be there all night so I called my Uber home and showed her the ETA is five minutes and she has to make her move soon, real soon. The night roads weren't busy and this guy was coming in quicker than expected. The driver was less than a minute away and he was in sight. I wish I could have aggressively grabbed her face and kissed her like in the movies but I'm not the forceful type. She makes for one final attempt, she barely pecks at the edge of lips and not even for a second and she withdraws. This Syrian girl was too inexperienced for being such a veteran socialite. The Uber arrives and I walk away, she follows after but I just wave my hand up with my back turned and get into the vehicle and the car speeds off. And I reflect on how disappointing that night was, just really wanting my money back. I wish I could say that's the last I'd see her. I did see her when I was on a date with Date 184: The Masked Little Mama, having dinner in the Design District at Kitchen. I instantly recognized her and suggested to the Masked Little Mama to just take our overpriced fries and go. Thinking back on it, I should have used my prime opportunity to get my money back. Or at least put her in a high pressure tense situation which is something I'm more than happy to create, being a dramatic man myself.
Despite the bad date and all the disasters, whenever I messaged her in the future she still protruded a positive energy and excitement to do something again. Though I never saw her sad or angry. Her Instagram claims "You'll never see a photo of me without a smile on my face" But most of those messages were on horny days or crafty days for me to screw her over for dinner. But after post nut clarity I'd reblock her and unsend all my messages, mentally she was a shitty person and a terrible date. Still, she owed me money and even though I didn't want a second date I was hoping she'd chase me asking for it. She was too nonchalant and maybe against her own will. But ultimately too inexperienced. aloof and simple minded for me.
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