Bahama Drama

Perfect first date, right?

This story is from Megan, a 28-year-old writer in NYC, as told to Raz:

I’m not usually one to venture into the NYC club scene, but when a good friend decided to have her birthday party at a nightclub in the meat packing district, I begrudgingly slipped into something small and sparkly and decided to make the best of it.

The club was packed, but we found a section of the floor to call our own, and before I knew it, I was dancing with some guy. He seemed cute, though the place was dark, so who knows. And let’s just say I was not quite sober, so I was having a pretty excellent time. Eventually, he decided it was time we moved to the next step in our relationship, talking.

He whispered something into my ear.

“What?” I screamed. Damn, this place was loud.

He tried again.

“What?” Did I mention I don’t like clubs? He motioned me to another section of the room, off the dance floor, that was a little quieter. There, we introduced ourselves and exchanged numbers.

As I started walking back to my friends, he said, “I’m spending next weekend in the Bahamas. Want to come?”

Funny joke, right? I laughed and said, “Sure!”

The next day the texts started. He was legitimately planning out our trip. Apparently, he wasn’t kidding. When I told him that I actually had no intention of spending a weekend on an island with a stranger, he was angry. He texted me that I shouldn’t have agreed if I wasn’t serious, and that he had been really counting on me coming with him. That’s when I started ignoring his texts. The last ones came on Friday, our supposed departure date.

“You coming?” he asked. Talk about not being able to take a hint…

After an hour of no response, he texted again: “Well I guess you’re not interested in the best thing that could have ever happened to you .”

Somehow, I think I made the right decision.