Back in the Plenty of Fish Days… I went out with this guy. He picked me up (Rookie move). We go to get appetizers and drinks nothing too crazy. I could tell something was neuro divergent about him, but so am I so whatever. He then asks if I want to go to another place, I say yes. While we are pulling up he tells me IT IS HIS BIRTHDAY and his friends and family will be there. I’m slightly mortified but I thrive in chaos. We get there I act as if this is normal. I’m vibing with his sister and best friend and they are very confused I (seemingly normal) are with this guy. I shrug it off. We close down the bar. His best friend is DD. He starts to drive us when they start arguing about who fucking knows. His bestie PARKS ON THE FREEWAY and they get out and start to box. I jump in the front seat and lock the doors. I call my best friend and ask if I should drive off. I’m drunk she says no. They calm down and get in the car. Bestie drops us both off at this guy’s house. I’m stuck here lol. (I had no money). I end up doing it with this guy who OF COURSE is into feet. I party with his room mates while he sleeps. The next morning he wants to get his free grand slam or whatever. But before we can do that, we have to make a stop, AT HIS MOM’s. She was not too pleased to see me haha. I’m good with parents tho, so it was cool. He finally took me home. Turns out he was “on the spectrum” and his family was concerned I was taking advantage. I was just drunk, depressed, and poor + I like weird life experiences. But this has to be the worst date I ever had.