So we had some girls over tonight, and one of them started talking about the worst date she’d ever been on. Such horrible faux pas as “He ate my chicken after I said I was done with it!” and “After the dance he suggested we go get some ice cream!” There were probably slightly worse ones than that, but I can’t remember them all. It culminated with him walking her to her door, and halfway up the walk she turned around and gave him a handshake. He apparently had made no indication that he wanted to make out with her or (heaven forbid) give her a hug, but she wanted to be safe. In any case, the entire time I was thinking, “You know, I think I’ve experienced this date. . .from the other end.” Am I so socially inept that I’m giving girls their worst dates ever? Is Holly Fuellenbach somewhere going, “And then he gave me a rose! The nerve!” (I certainly hope not; I believe she has more tact than that. I hope.) This, by the way, is the same girl I mentioned in the Summer Livin’ post. I was a bit venomous in my description of her then. She’s actually pretty nice, just tactless sometimes and pretty bloomin’ opinionated. I don’t think she does it to be rude, though; I actually think that she believes the people in her world think the same way she does.
Well, until I find the girl who fills her apartment with playpen balls, I’ll just have to make my living giving girls horrible dates!
(Comic strip courtesy of xkcd)
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