Story Submitted by Kerry:
Drew and I had been talking online for a few weeks when he asked if I wanted to hit up a beach for our first date. It was mid-September and although the weather was cooling off a bit, I thought it would be a nice way to spend an afternoon.
As I said, it was a first date, so I asked him if we could drive separate. I was already halfway there when he sent me a text. It read, "Bring a bikini!"
I laughed it off. First off, it was too cold out for anything like that and second, it was our first time meeting each other. Just no.
When I met up with him there, he gave me a big hug and we walked up and down the beach. A few families were there with kids, but it was otherwise unpopulated.
He turned to me and asked, "Your bikini back in the car?"
I laughed and said, "I didn't bring it. It's too cold."
He gave me a weird stare, then said, "You can use my bathing suit then. I can go in in my boxers."
I laughed again and said, "I don't think I'll be taking anything off or putting anything on or jumping in anywhere. It's too cold."
"Did you bring a bikini?" he asked me again.
"No," I said, "I already told you that."
"Why the fuck not?" he asked.
I stopped liking him at that moment and said, "For the reasons that I just said. It's too cold, and it's a first date."
"You seriously didn't bring your bikini?" he asked again.
I shook my head. He mumbled something that sounded like, "You took it all off for those other guys."
I had no idea what he was talking about, and I asked him to repeat what he had said. He said, "Nothing, I didn't say anything!" and stormed back up the beach, toward the parking lot.
I remained down by the water, watching the waves. I glanced up several times to watch him go, and when I finally made my way back to the lot, he was nowhere to be seen.




3 comments:
"Where is your fucking bikini?!"
"I left it at home, right next to my regular one."
Ohhh Joel, that's a knee slapper!
Great date.
Wow, these guys make me hate being a man...
Then I remember I don't have to deal with pregnancy, periods, or subtly hating someone for years because of something that happened in grade school...
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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