Worst Dates: Dinner and a Movie
Dinner and a movie: I was picked up at my front door and we headed up the hill to his vehicle. I was wearing high heels and he was parked on a very steep slope, so I assumed he might offer to lend a hand. Not. I struggled not to fall flat on my ass, pretty much falling against the car, as he sat back, lit a smoke and started the engine. We drove around looking for a place to eat in time to make the movie and of course, he didn’t make reservations.
We ended up at Wendy’s and he asked me if I preferred to go to the drive thru or if I wanted to go in and eat. I elected to go in and so we did; him first of course, almost slamming the door in my face behind him. We ordered, separately bills of course, he grabbed his tray and headed to the table without me. When my order finally came up, I headed on over to join him. While eating my yogurt cup, he noticed I had spilled some on my sleeve…I said, “Do we have any napkins?” He said, “No, but there are some over there.”
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Submitted by j. lewy
