This Story Of A Woman’s First Date With Donald Trump Will Make You Cringe So Hard!
On 11th January 2017
We all make mistakes. The more mistakes we make, the more we learn.
But sometimes don’t you wish you could just erase a memory from your mind?
There are some cringe relationships and dates I would definitely like to erase from my past, but I guess they have all made me who I am today.
I once went out with someone who was a complete jerk but ended up being the CEO of a very successful company. If you think that's bad can you imagine going on a date with a person who is possibly the most odious man in America?
You know what's coming.
Lucy Klebanow wrote a personal essay for Salon.com about the night that she went on a date with Donald Trump. Awkward.
It was the early 1970s. I was about 23 at the time and he was in his late 20s. We met through friends talking at a bar
So I met a nice guy through friends at the bar and he asked me for my telephone number. He called me the next day and asked me out. Said he would pick me up around 7. I lived in a building with a doorman who called me on the house-phone to say my date was here. I locked and went downstairs expecting to see a guy standing out front with his hands in his pockets looking sheepish. Instead there was no one. Just a white Cadillac convertible. My date leaned over and said, "Hop in." I didn't know what to make of this. I lived in NYC and nobody ever picked me up in a car except to go to the airport. I was too surprised and flustered to be impressed. I felt like I was in a James Dean movie. If he wanted to impress me, a Cadillac wouldn't do it, but if he got out of the car, and opened the door for me, then I would be impressed.
The car had a phone in it. I had never been in a car with a telephone. I don't know why, but I didn't think it was special. I just thought, who is this guy with a funny last name? He picked it up and said where would you like to go for dinner? I'll make a reservation. I had no idea. The only place I could think to go in a car was to Peter Luger's in Brooklyn. He makes the reservation on the car phone and we go.
He was nice looking, not handsome, but nice. Preppy. Normal. Not a conversationalist, but neither was I. I didn't think he was very bright."
The check came but the restaurant didn't take credit cards. My date couldn't pay for the dinner. This was the first thing I could relate to all evening. Me, Jewish girl, independent but not too, always had bad-date, worst-case-scenario, awkward-situation, get-home money.
So, my big shot, Cadillac, phone-in-convertible boring date couldn't pay for dinner. He was stunned and embarrassed. I said, "Let's get aprons and do the dishes. It would be fun." His face was horror-stricken. He was flustered. Relax, I have the money. Oh, thank God. He swore he'd pay me back tomorrow so many times that I thought it not likely.
So you're probably wondering if he ever paid her back, right?
You'd like to think our new President is a man of his word.
But he never did.
I am sure she would love to be paid back with interest, however, I think this story is payback enough.
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