Mr Blind Date
This was a guy I had found online in one of the local dating sites. I was young, it was spring, what else am I supplsed to do? So, we talk over IM for about a week, he's really nice, we groove well, agree on a lot of things. He's a bit older than me (about five years), has a good job, owns an Audi, has a house, etc etc. We finally agree for a date. So, I get all niced up, and head down to the resturant we agree to meet at. Now, keep in mind, I *have* seen a picture of this guy, but it mustive been from a few years ago, because THIS GUY IS HAIRY LIKE THE WOLFMAN. Not kidding, he had tufts of hair on every section of his fingers, even the one right next to his fingernail. On top of that, he was three inches shorter than me, on top of that, just downright not cute. We sat down and chatted for a while (both of us a little uncomfortable I think) and I excused myself to go wash my hands. While in the bathroom I called one of my friends whom was gonna be my "excuse" out of this date, decided not to do the "OMG my friend is in the hospital" phone call, and went back out to the table. The guy had the *nerve* to comment on how long it took me to "wash my hands." Hasn't he ever heard of *peeing*?
Needless to say, we decided to drop the subject of dating later on that night. At least he was a nice guy- not like your drunken groper Mal!
