Story Sent in by Dave:
Monica and I had been out on one date already, and for our second date, I invited her over to my apartment, as I had the idea to cook her dinner. After dinner, the plan was to go out for karaoke.
She came over, I served her the meal, and all was well. She excused herself to use my bathroom, at one point, for what seemed to be a while, but then she returned, assured me that everything was okay, and I thought no more of it.
We went out to sing, had a great time, and returned home to our respective houses. For all intents and purposes, a good date.
When I entered my bathroom, I discovered several used shaving cartridges in my bathtub, complete with accompanying piles of shaving cream, hairs, and shaving scum. It looked like a woolly mammoth had shaved in my bathtub.
It struck me as the height of rudeness or absent-mindedness (or both) but I tried to put on a good sense of humor about it. I wrote her an email to let her know that I had a great time on the date, and to ask her, "Why did you shave in my tub?"
She wrote back that she also had a great time, but firmly denied shaving in my bathtub at all. Now dear friends, I know for a fact that the perpetrator wasn't myself, and I was the only person who lived in my apartment. The bathroom was clean before she arrived, and I didn't go into it until after the date was over. No one else, with the exception of the superintendent, had access to my place. Case closed. Fess up.
"I didn't. I wouldn't shave in your bathroom. Sorry!" she wrote.
I was confused and turned off by the whole affair, mostly as I was the one stuck cleaning up the mess, and so I wasn't in a rush to contact her much after that. The next day, I bought a new pack of razor cartridges and did my best to forget about the whole thing.
She contacted me again, a few days later: "Hey, so are we hanging out again? I had a great time with you the other night."
I wrote back, "I'm sorry. I'm still a bit put off by the shaving in my tub. If it wasn't you, then someone must have broken in, shaved, and just left everything else in place. Weird."
She wrote back, "I didn't shave in your tub. Moving on…"
I'm sure she was just humiliated by the whole thing, but I just couldn't get past it. Not so much because of the shaving part, but because she lied about having done it. I ended things, and since then, have taken to hiding my shaving supplies whenever another guest has come to call.
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