Story Sent in by Chris:
I found Moira online, and after I sent her a first message, she wrote back with an excited response. She was a nanny and a ceramic artist who had met with some success in selling her work. We set up a date at a local place.
After we sat down, she pulled out a small black device. "Do you mind if I record this?" she asked.
"Why?" I asked.
She said, "Because I want to."
"I just want to remember it. I have a good feeling about us."
I said, "I'd prefer if you didn't. Knowing that I'm being recorded will probably change what I would have otherwise said."
"I don't get it," she said, "What would be different? You planning to say some offensive things?"
"No. I just don't see why we can't have a good time without being recorded."
"Fine," she said, sliding the device off the table, "It would have been a nice thing, but never mind. Now you can be as inappropriate and offensive as you want!" She threw the recorder into her purse, folded her hands on the table, and said, "Go on. Offend me!"
I laughed and said, "I don't want to offend you. Can't we just have a normal conversation?"
"Of course!" she said, brightening, and then she pulled out the recorder again.
I couldn't help but grin at this, and I said, "Without the recorder."
A flash of rage blazed across her face, and she hoisted the recorder into the air and smashed it onto the floor, where it broke into pieces. People at nearby tables turned their heads, and the smile disappeared from my face.
She scooped up the pieces quickly, and with a queer smirk, shoveled them into her purse. Not surprisingly, that killed the conversation. We ordered dinner after that, we had some awkward small talk, split the check, and went our separate ways. Thank goodness.