I had the occasion to go on a blind date last week. I picked Susan up promptly at Eight and we headed out to a local restaurant for a nice dinner.
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Susan remarked at dinner how surprised she was that she even took a chance on a blind date after the last one she had. She explained that the guy had spent the entire evening telling her about his mother and how, living with her was hell. She said it was the WORST blind date she had ever had!
Being both competitive and lactose intolerant, I decided to have milk with dinner and even suggested we treat ourselves to a hot fudge sundae for desert. I then took her for a ride along the beach where I let loose with the worst gas I have ever experienced. Luckily, it was a cold evening, so we kept the windows up most of the drive. Although, the smell was horrible, she was very polite. All the while I smiled and acted as if nothing was wrong.
By the time I dropped her off at her apartment, she couldn’t wait to get out. She burst out of the car and told me not to bother walking her to the door.
I felt sick the rest of the night, but it was worth it. I bet next time she goes out on a date, she won’t be telling anyone about that guy and his mother.
It wasn't my fault...I fell asleep and missed my stop.