Friends don't let friends go on blind dates

Last night I finally went on a date with a guy I met on Match – Construction Dude. There wasn’t enough alcohol in the world that could’ve made it even a decent date. The guy looked nothing like his picture, wasn’t working the same job he had in his profile, and was annoying as hell even though he started out nice enough. And an idiot to boot. I met him at an upscale wine bar where he “arrived” 30 minutes late when he actually got there 45 minutes earlier. How pray tell? Because like a normal person, I arrived early and sat at the bar. He on the other hand got there about 15 min after I did but proceeded to stand outside in front of the place. After waiting for me to walk up to him outside (in 7 degree temps by the way) he texts to see if I’m on my way, so that I can tell him I was inside the entire time. He tried several times to grab my hand, which I was having none of. No way in hell. Uh uh. The best part was at the end of the night. For some reason my debit card wasn’t working at any ATM I tried so I couldn’t grab cash for a cab. The cash I had I put towards drinks (we hit two different places and we decided the split the tabs – no big). By the end of the night it was midnight and absolutely freezing because it had dropped to probably 1 degree. He told me he had driven, but do you think he offered me a ride knowing I didn’t live all that far away? Nope. Nothing. I was thrilled to have to wait 20 minutes for the train that late at night.