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Forgettable Encounters

Kiana: “I was on a first date with a guy who insisted on going to the matinee showing of a movie because it was cheaper and refused to buy anything from the concession stand in the theater because it was “too expensive.  He complained about my purchase of the “over-priced” popcorn but kept grabbing handfuls.  Once we were seated in the theater, he kept answering his phone and talking loud to the caller.  After the third call, I excused myself to go to the ladies’ room and went home.  I stopped answering his calls.”

Tom:  “I was out on a first date with a woman having dinner in a restaurant when she spotted her ex-boyfriend at a nearby table with another woman.  She left the table with the explanation that she wanted to speak to her “cousin,” but she never returned.  She ended up joining the other table and creating a scene.  I got up and left, and was glad we hadn’t ordered dinner yet.”

Marisa:  “At the end of a first date with a very impressive guy, I broke the cardinal rule of asking him when I would see him again.  I had already invited him in, which he politely refused.  He mumbled a faint, “I’ll call you,” and then got into his car without giving me a second look.   I knew better, but my brain was fogged by the hope that the excitement was mutual.  Of course, he never called, and I vowed never to ask that question again.  My only regret was that I picked up the bill at dinner in an effort to impress him.”

Briana:  “On the first date with my mailman after months of flirting, the date lasted over ten hours.  We went on a hayride in the country, picked apples, played ball, and chased each other through a huge grassy field.  At the end of the evening, he asked me to marry him and I accepted.  A week later, he gave me an engagement ring.”

Jeff:  “I was on a blind date with a very pretty woman who called me by another man’s name twice, flirted with the waiter, answered her cell phone every time it rang, and chatted with the callers like I wasn’t there.  After she finished eating, she looked at me with a frown and stated she didn’t like men who wore glasses, and that I’d have to get some contacts if I wanted to date her.  I excused myself from the table and told her I was going to my car to retrieve my contacts and kept going.”

Jamie:   “I’ve only been on two blind dates in my life, and I married both of them.  In fact, I’m still married to the last one!”

Christina:  “I met a guy on a blind date, who suddenly became “ill” after thirty minutes of distracted chit-chat.  He was so sick he had to leave.  I never heard from him again, but I didn’t care.  I didn’t like him either, and if I’d thought of it, I would’ve gotten “sick” first.”

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