Thursday, May 12, 2005

There was this one date I went on...

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At 11:28 AM, Blogger Heather said...

...and the guy ordered an appetizer platter. You know, the one that's like a sampler of all the appetizers on the menu. And he spent the next fifteen minutes devouring this plate of bite-sized food. All I could think about was his greasy paws and I swear I saw half-eaten bites in his mouth while he was putting new bites in his mouth. And I wanted to shout, "HEY! THE FOOD'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE, BUDDY!" But I just sat there. And I remember trying to reach for one of the appetizers, you know, the whole "if you can't beat 'em..." thing; but this guy looked at me like he was the predator and I was his prey, like, "Listen, lady, I didn't bring you here to mooch off my plate! Get your own plate!" Needless to say, while the food wasn't going to go anywhere, I did. I left at the end of dinner and we haven't spoken since. Except that one time when he called and wanted to come over with a bottle of wine. Who passes up free alcohol???

 

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