02-10-2002, 04:48 PM
I've had a few dates that ranked somewhere around a 9.2 on the shitty-o-meter.
The worst would have to be one who my roommate's girlfriend set me up with. This girl had a bad break-up a few months earlier, and was still luging around all that emotional baggage. When the guy she was with back then cheated on her, she found out and he said to her "Well, I never said I was perfect." Fast forward a few months to my date with her. We went to a restaurant, and on the way to a movie afterward, my piece of shit truck got a flat. I went out, changed it, and got back in the truck. It took me about 15 minutes to change that tire because it was dark and I had no flashlight, so by the time we got going again, it was a little too late and we missed the begining of the movie. So, I joked to her, "Well, this is a bad way to start a first date, I guess now you know I'm not perfect...I hate to shatter that illusion so soon."
I didn't know about the ex-boyfriend at the time, nor did I know what he said to her when he cheated on her, I only found that out the next day when I talked to her friend.
Well, the "I guess you know I'm not perfect" hit a little too close to home and she just started crying. Not little sniffles, but full-on Niagra Falls. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there while she cried. I asked if there was something I could do, you know maybe if I was the caring sensitive guy I could have gotten a piece that night, but no. All she did was sit there and quietly cry. So I drove her home, crying the whole way. No kiss goodnight, no call the next day.
Haven't heard from her since
Edited By Doc on Feb. 10 2002 at 11:48
The worst would have to be one who my roommate's girlfriend set me up with. This girl had a bad break-up a few months earlier, and was still luging around all that emotional baggage. When the guy she was with back then cheated on her, she found out and he said to her "Well, I never said I was perfect." Fast forward a few months to my date with her. We went to a restaurant, and on the way to a movie afterward, my piece of shit truck got a flat. I went out, changed it, and got back in the truck. It took me about 15 minutes to change that tire because it was dark and I had no flashlight, so by the time we got going again, it was a little too late and we missed the begining of the movie. So, I joked to her, "Well, this is a bad way to start a first date, I guess now you know I'm not perfect...I hate to shatter that illusion so soon."
I didn't know about the ex-boyfriend at the time, nor did I know what he said to her when he cheated on her, I only found that out the next day when I talked to her friend.
Well, the "I guess you know I'm not perfect" hit a little too close to home and she just started crying. Not little sniffles, but full-on Niagra Falls. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there while she cried. I asked if there was something I could do, you know maybe if I was the caring sensitive guy I could have gotten a piece that night, but no. All she did was sit there and quietly cry. So I drove her home, crying the whole way. No kiss goodnight, no call the next day.
Haven't heard from her since
Edited By Doc on Feb. 10 2002 at 11:48
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Your pocket Bible will stop an assailant's bullet, but not before it passes through four innocent bystanders, a school-bus gas tank, and your genitals.
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Your pocket Bible will stop an assailant's bullet, but not before it passes through four innocent bystanders, a school-bus gas tank, and your genitals.