I don't think any of my dates would match any of your guys. ive had my fair share of bad and good dates. but I don't think I have a really bad date to share.
Back when I was in college (early 90's - shut up, I'm not that old) a friend set me up with a girl she worked with. A couple of years younger than me.
She had shown me a picture of this gal (whose name I honestly can't remember now but I think it started with an R) and she was insanely pretty. Tall, thin... willowy... incredible dark, long red hair that flowed like a California wildfire. ... We left to see a movie (don't remember what it was)
Haha, you say you're not that old, but most of the seniors that I know can't tell a damn story from beginning to end without inserting half-finished thoughts like that about her name. "Was her name Roxanne? Or maybe Rhonda? It was definitely an R name. Anyway, the year was 1912... or was it 13? Hmm, let's see, Frankie had just graduated... I guess that would make it 1914. Oh my, how time has flown. That boy had the fullest head of hair when he was born!"
You don't remember the movie? Was it one of them new-fangled "talkies" that I've heard so much about? That's a nice date!
Obviously, I'm just picking on you.
I don't think any of my dates would match any of your guys. ive had my fair share of bad and good dates. but I don't think I have a really bad date to share.
Sorry to burst your bubble, but in some jurisdictions, they have to card EVERYONE. I had to show ID in a restaurant in Plano just to have a beer, and I was well past the "little gray in the beard" phase. The waitress even gave me a little Texas drinking card.These moments are tempered with the little moments when I get carded while buying whiskey at the liquor store... despite having a little gray in my beard. Heh!
Sorry to burst your bubble, but in some jurisdictions, they have to card EVERYONE. I had to show ID in a restaurant in Plano just to have a beer, and I was well past the "little gray in the beard" phase. The waitress even gave me a little Texas drinking card.
Okay, mine doesn't sound that bad anymore.
A few years ago, I met a fellow "vegan" online and took her out to dinner. She ordered steak. Despite a misunderstanding about the definition of veganism, she seemed pretty cool and we had a lot of similar interests so I agreed to go to her place for a little while. Eventually, she pulled me down to kiss her and....had a sleep attack while we were making out. I rearranged her so she could snore away on my lap and concentrated on trying not to die of embarrassment. When she started to wake up, I made sure she was alright, excused myself, and bolted. She never told me she was narcoleptic, I found out much later after a while thinking I had become just that boring overnight.