Horrid Dates
April 24th 2006 00:12
We’ve all had them. I remember meeting a strapping lad at a final year high school party. Mr Popularity, a bit of a bad boy streak, an uber sexy scar, the life of the party type. With raging teenage hormones I could compare him to a prize winning bass. I’d didn’t know whether to take him home and eat him or mount him. When he asked me on a date the next weekend, the following Saturday couldn’t come quick enough.
So we meet at the teen faithful, Hoyts. Within five minutes it was apparent that Mr Fantastic was a “trekkie.” The day quickly decended into a soul scarring experience. We ended up watching Stargate and it must have been the 20th time he had seen it because every 2 minutes I was getting a poke in the ribs. Followed by an explanation of what was going to happen within the next 2 minutes. He’d whisper with quivering excitement, “Look closely, they’re about the try and activate the Gate, but it won’t work. Its ok because they’ll get it fixed later.” Every moment meticulously dissected in my ear moments before its occurrence. ARGH, as if watching Stargate once wasn’t bad enough! This was the equivalent of watching it twice. If only he was speaking French, at least I could ignorantly comfort myself in the thought that he was describing how beautiful my hair was. Needless to say, there was no post cinematic kanoodling at Maccas.
So we meet at the teen faithful, Hoyts. Within five minutes it was apparent that Mr Fantastic was a “trekkie.” The day quickly decended into a soul scarring experience. We ended up watching Stargate and it must have been the 20th time he had seen it because every 2 minutes I was getting a poke in the ribs. Followed by an explanation of what was going to happen within the next 2 minutes. He’d whisper with quivering excitement, “Look closely, they’re about the try and activate the Gate, but it won’t work. Its ok because they’ll get it fixed later.” Every moment meticulously dissected in my ear moments before its occurrence. ARGH, as if watching Stargate once wasn’t bad enough! This was the equivalent of watching it twice. If only he was speaking French, at least I could ignorantly comfort myself in the thought that he was describing how beautiful my hair was. Needless to say, there was no post cinematic kanoodling at Maccas.
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But share you tales Stanley, we'll see whose got the worst date story. A "horrid date" showdown.
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Anyway, Stanley were you both on the drink? I'd be a tad shitty if someone vomitted on my heels. But hardly grounds for dumping, the occassional vomit disaster comes with the territory. Clean it up and move on. Imho, if someone is going to get nasty over some vomit on a shoe, their priorities are just fucked.
Now if someone got smashed and behaved like a sleazy ass, he'd definately be getting a kick to the curb.
Meh, my 2 cents