Story Submitted by Kevin:
Back in college, I asked Denise out and before the date, inquired as to whether she preferred a particular cuisine for our first dinner date. She said that she liked Italian. When I met her at the Italian place I had picked, she said, "This place isn't going to work. It's Italian."
I said, "Yes, like you asked."
She said, "I never said Italian. I said Chinese."
"I'm pretty sure you said Italian." She then held her breath. I asked, "What are you doing?" She kept holding her breath and I asked, "Why are you–Denise, what the hell?"
She said, "Are we doing Chinese?"
I said, "Yes! Yes! Fine!" She gasped for air. I asked, "Were you going to hold your breath until I said that Chinese was fine?"
She nodded and said, "It's how I get my way."
I laughed and asked, "Are you six or something?" She held her breath again. I began, "Denise, come on, you–" but then I stopped myself. I walked away from that nutjob, and never saw her again.
8 comments:
How did she ask if you were going to Chinese while still holding her breath? Is she magical?
It's easy to speak a simple sentence without having to inhale if you've already got a lungful of air.
I would have had too much fun with this woman.
I would have waited to see if she passed out.
Eh, she can't die from it, I'd have found her a chair and let her get on with being a spoiled brat.
Bravo OP for not hanging around or validating this spoiled brat of a woman's childishness.
Oh boy... I would have let her pass out, called an ambulance, and walked away.
Again, maybe the price of a hospital ride would have straightened her out some.
Short and sweet. Way to go.
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