My first contributing writer!! I am SO excited to share these stories. There are three in this one post. Thank you, C.You.In.Houston! (Catchy, ain't it? haha)
First Date ever: A guy my sister went to school with. Only met him once or twice. Calls the house and asks me to go his school to see a play. So I go with him and he is introducing me to one of his teachers and calls me Katie!! Katie is a lovely name but it's NOT MY NAME!! I was too shocked to play it off gracefully and I turned to him with a disgusted look on my face and said..that's NOT my name! His response: That's what your sister said your name was!! The poor teacher just backed slowly away from us. How on earth could he call my house, ask for me, and ask me out and not know my name?!? I mean really...
WHO DOES THAT?!?!
Second: Met a guy on myspace...not recommended. He was a good ole southern guy with manners....perhaps too many manners~ We went to dinner and half way through, he gasps, covers his eyes and says "I wasn't looking but...I mean I'm not a pervert, but you have..I swear I wasn't looking! You have something on your shirt!" He continued to keep his head down and his eyes covered like I was flashing him or something. I look down and I had dropped some food on my shirt. Really!? Just tell me I have something on my boob and lets move on!! So after dinner we go to the mall and walk around. Several times he had to walk around me to get out of the way of people coming the opposite direction. And every time he would apologize for walking on the "wrong side of me." I didn't even know I had a wrong side!!! Needless to say his mother must be so proud! Much like the Duggar clan. But besides them/him...
WHO DOES THAT?!
Third: Set up by a friend. We go to dinner and then driving around. We'd been driving around for about an hour and he says that he has to go to the restroom. So he pulls over in a gas station and says, "I don't even know if they have a bathroom here." Looking in the window I see that they do and I try to mention that I see a Restroom sign. So he gets out of the car and walks around the outside of the building. I expect him to come back around so that I could point him INside the building, but it takes him awhile. He finally comes back, gets in the car and says, "There wasn't one, but I went anyway." I might be wrong, but isn't peeing outside usually reserved for like third or fourth dates?? He then proceeds to pull out a can of snuff and start dipping. Was there a sink and some soap around that corner too?? If you aren't camping and on a date...
WHO DOES THAT?!
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