Story Sent in by Nate:
Liz and I met online, and I asked her out. Our first date was going to be a bit out of the ordinary: dinner first, then a short drive out of town, where a friend of mine owned a farm where he kept elephants and llamas to rent out for charity events, birthday parties, fairs, and so on. Liz loved the idea, so it was a go.
At dinner, however, she texted non-stop. She spent more time looking at her phone than she did paying any sort of attention to me. She laughed, gasped, and typed away.
"Hello?" I said, "Earth to Liz. You there?"
She ignored that. I pulled out my own phone and wrote her a text: "How's your date going?" and sent it.
When I looked up, she was staring at me. I gave her a pleasant smile. She said, "What gives you the right to do that?"
"What? Text? Like you've been doing for the past 10 minutes?"
Liz stood up so violently that I thought the table would tip. She said, "I'm just excited about the elephants, so I'm telling everybody. Not my fault you have a problem. Elephant poop is the size of a human head. Yours! Your head is elephant poop! Stupid poop!" She grabbed her bag and left.
I still got to go feed elephants. Without an imbalanced girl to ruin things, it was a great time.