The Great Escape

Well, this is fun…

This story is from Christina, a 26-year-old dance teacher in Boston, as told to Raz: 

OK, I have to admit, I may have been the “bad” person on this date.

I agreed to see a new exhibit at the Institute of Contemporary Art with a guy I’d met online. It seemed like a more active first date than the usual coffee or drinks, and I thought it was awesome that a guy wanted to look at art with me.

Alas, I was wrong. First of all, he was a classic case of not looking at all like his photo. He was morbidly obese, and one of his eyes was permanently skewed to one side. Yikes.

I was trying hard to be optimistic and stick with it. We took our elevator ride to the fourth floor, and as soon as we arrived and saw the first piece of art, he let out a huge belly laugh and yelled, “What the hell is that?” I gave him my best death glare. When we entered a room of feminist artists, he announced, “What a bunch of quacks!”

Why the hell would he have agreed to an art museum if he was going to be such an asshole about it the whole time?

As we proceeded from room to room, I suddenly realized I had wandered into a different room than he had. An idea popped into my head: What if I just kept going back room by room and left him here?

Before I had time to talk myself out of it, I went for it. With each new room I stepped into, I could feel my adrenaline rushing. Oh my God, I thought. I’m actually going to ditch my date!

I was most anxious at the coat check, and kept looking over my shoulder as I waited for what seemed like forever for my jacket.

Then, at last, freedom! I think I ran to the T station.

I waiting nervously for the nasty message I’d get from him saying I was the worst person ever for ditching him at a museum.

Instead, I got an email the next day saying he had a great time and he’d like to do it again. Glad I didn’t waste any more time on that idiot.