I'm back with another experience. This is one that used to make my head boil whenever I thought about it, but I guess I've moved on because I can now only laugh at the whole situation.

So, do you remember when Instagram was still so hot and sliding into people's DMs was a big deal?

Well, I had this guy slide into my DM, and we became friendly quite quickly.

He seemed like a nice fellow. He had a good, stable job and came across as polite, so I thought there was no harm in getting to know him better.

After chatting for a while, we finally decided to meet.

To be precise, he asked me out on a date.

Now, silly me! With all the Hollywood and Korean dramas I had watched by then, I had certain expectations. #delulu

I mean, if someone uses the word "date," I would expect, well, not necessarily the most extravagant outing, but at least something thoughtful and a little special, right?

He agreed to pick me up from my office, which I thought was nice.

But the moment he arrived, I realised this guy had absolutely no plans for our date.

On our way to God knows where, he received a phone call from his friend and suddenly decided we were going to hang out with his friends instead.

I wasn't particularly pleased because I thought this was supposed to be an intimate meeting for the two of us to get to know each other better.

Anyway, we got to the place. It was an open space, more like a lounge setting with a DJ.

I still said, okay, let's trust this process.

Then came the menu.

Tell me why this man didn't even give me the menu to look at. He went ahead and ordered a drink for me (which I protested afterwards, but I was still doing nice girl).

And drumroll, please...

He ordered a plate of jerk chicken and chips for us to share.

Now, this wasn't even a platter. Just one plate of food for two people.

Mind you, I hadn't had dinner, so I genuinely couldn't understand why I didn't get a say in what I wanted to eat or why we were sharing one plate in the first place.

Anyway, throughout this so-called date, or should I say hangout, he was gisting with me and his friends. His friends were actually quite friendly and contributed to the conversations.

I thought, well, bad as e bad, at least we're all getting along.

But tell me why this guy suddenly accused me of sitting in a way that made my legs face his friend.

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN????

I mean, if you are insecure about your friend, why would you bring me along to hang out with him on our very first meeting?

We had quite an argument, and that was when I said, "Omo, I don try. It is time to go home."

But wait, there was still one more thing.

To add insult to injury, he insisted I should use his Uber.

I initially thought he was being nice and trying to arrange my ride home.

My dear, what he was actually offering was that he had about ₦400 off his Uber fare, and I could send him the balance when I got home.

OGA OOOOO!

At this point, I didn't even know whether to laugh or cry.

I told him not to bother, opened my Uber app, ordered my own ride and went home.

And that was that!

Looking back, I think that experience taught me to manage my expectations, but more importantly, not to ignore my discomfort just because I was trying to be a nice girl.

You can imagine how many things I had quietly overlooked just to keep the date going.

But please, I want to know: Have you ever been on a date that you genuinely wished you could erase from your memory?

Because I have a feeling I'm not alone.

And that's just my two cents.