Jdate + Montreal = Judge Judy?
December 8th, 2005
So,,, this guy and I had met on Jdate and had been IMng and emailing through AOL. It had probably been about two weeks when we finally agreed to meet. My suggestion was to meet on the beach, living in South Florida the beach is always a best bet, when he stated that he had to go to Montreal for a wedding. His flight left at 7pm that day and he invited me to go with him. I admit that it was a little out there for a first date, but he agreed to sleep in separate beds, I promised nothing sexually and because I had never been to Montreal I agreed to go. He told me he would pick me up in two hours.
Of course, like all jdate men, he looked nothing like his picture. He was more round then he was tall, but my woman’s intuition told me he was harmless. With my best friend knowing all the details, off I went to the airport to start my “first date.”
Needless to say, the date turned out to be awful. The man was so big, he bought a row of seats because he needed an extra one. Upon our arrival in Montreal, we went to his friends house and had some drinks. As we left, he bumped down the stairs rather then falling due to his girth. A late snack for him turned out to be a doublesize lumberjack breakfast. Nausea, rather than romance was the only thing entering my mind that night. What should have been a delightful walk in Montreal’s downtown area, turned out to be an eating fest for him. I really did put forth a good-faith effort. I really did try. But, that night had me on the phone with my best friend trying to figure out a way to get home.
The next morning I concocted a story that assured me getting home by the evening hours. I told him that I had an emergency, I must get home and there was nothing I could do. With him paying my change of ticket fee, and after a stop at a famous deli, I was finally on my way back to the states.
A few months later, I get a knock on my door in the early morning hours. I am “being served.” I take the papers, call my father (an attorney) and ask him what it means. My father tells me that Montreal man is suing me for the cost of the trip. I laugh. My father explains it is not funny. I laugh harder. I give my father the papers that day and begin to tell my story of how I got sued for a bad first date.
The kicker? A few weeks later, a letter arrives in my mailbox from Judge Judy. They had seen the papers in court files and want to know if I would like to appear on her show. Appear on Judge Judy because I was sued for a bad first date? At that point, I decided I was done with Jdate, Montreal Man, and blind first dates to foreign countries. I never answered Judge Judy, Montreal Man did not win the suit, but I kept Judge judy’s letter as proof for those who are skeptical…
Of course, like all jdate men, he looked nothing like his picture. He was more round then he was tall, but my woman’s intuition told me he was harmless. With my best friend knowing all the details, off I went to the airport to start my “first date.”
Needless to say, the date turned out to be awful. The man was so big, he bought a row of seats because he needed an extra one. Upon our arrival in Montreal, we went to his friends house and had some drinks. As we left, he bumped down the stairs rather then falling due to his girth. A late snack for him turned out to be a doublesize lumberjack breakfast. Nausea, rather than romance was the only thing entering my mind that night. What should have been a delightful walk in Montreal’s downtown area, turned out to be an eating fest for him. I really did put forth a good-faith effort. I really did try. But, that night had me on the phone with my best friend trying to figure out a way to get home.
The next morning I concocted a story that assured me getting home by the evening hours. I told him that I had an emergency, I must get home and there was nothing I could do. With him paying my change of ticket fee, and after a stop at a famous deli, I was finally on my way back to the states.
A few months later, I get a knock on my door in the early morning hours. I am “being served.” I take the papers, call my father (an attorney) and ask him what it means. My father tells me that Montreal man is suing me for the cost of the trip. I laugh. My father explains it is not funny. I laugh harder. I give my father the papers that day and begin to tell my story of how I got sued for a bad first date.
The kicker? A few weeks later, a letter arrives in my mailbox from Judge Judy. They had seen the papers in court files and want to know if I would like to appear on her show. Appear on Judge Judy because I was sued for a bad first date? At that point, I decided I was done with Jdate, Montreal Man, and blind first dates to foreign countries. I never answered Judge Judy, Montreal Man did not win the suit, but I kept Judge judy’s letter as proof for those who are skeptical…
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