What NOT To Do On a Date

My dear friends, it is with heavy heart that I am about to share the following tale. It is one that is like no other and will leave you wondering, "How could this possibly be?"

It all began one rainy Friday evening. Chris and I patiently waited for a table at a beloved pizza establishment in Biltmore Park. It was our first date night in nearly two months. The place was packed.

We were surrounded by a large, pretty damp crowd. The restaurant contained mostly families. Teenagers texting and attempting to maintain their distance from their oh so uncool families. Middle aged adults who would have gladly left said teenagers behind if that were an option. Young children giddy about the fact that it was Friday and there would be no school tomorrow.

And then there were the twenty somethings out on a slightly uncomfortable double date. Each member had his/her own unique oddity. "Tall girl" was glamorous in her JCrew adornment and sleek, perfectly straightened hair. She looked a bit out of place in a room full of soggy tennis shoes and soaked denim. "Striped sweater dude" looked a little bit older with a smattering of gray on his head. He was most certainly a hipster wannabe with his thinly striped sweater pulled over a casually untucked and unironed button down and his black rimmed rectangular glasses perched on his nose. He was Mr. Personality and it seemed to me he was the brains behind the operation. The "other girl" was along for the ride. Nothing seemed to phase her. She was in it for the food and nothing else. Then there was "Tarwheels guy." (Tarwheels is a local skating rink- a Swannanoa staple, really). This guy had spiky heavily gelled hair. He wore a skater hoodie and- get this- khaki pants, but not the sagging or the super tight styles. Just normal khaki pants. I was baffled and intrigued. I couldn't pull my eyes away when I noticed what was on his feet. I was quickly rewarded for my curiosity.

For those of you who have been out of the childhood loop for a while, these are heeleys. They are shoes that come with a set of wheels that pop out of the heel allowing the wearer to roll around to his/her heart's delight. They are the bane of school adminstrators everywhere and the absolute delight of the 7-13 crowd. Did you notice I said 7-13? Not 7-20 something.

Tarwheels guy was wearing heeleys! And using them! In the restaurant! On a double date! He was on a date with "tall girl" and wearing heeleys. I almost spit out my tea. This guy seriously thought that it is normal for a 2o-something dude to skate around a restaurant while on a date.

So, what about you guys? I would love to hear stories from you about what NOT to do on a date. Do you have personal experience? An eyewitness account? Inquiring minds must know!