Story Sent in by Amanda:
Brad and I had our first date at a coffee shop. He offered to pay for my drink, so I thanked him and asked for a white tea with honey. I then went to the bathroom and when I came out, he was seated with our drinks.
The coffee shop had a station next to a sink, where they kept sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, honey, and various other condiments. Brad told me, "I added the honey to your tea, but let me know if you need more." I thanked him, and we spoke for a bit while I waited for it to cool down.
When I did take a sip, it tasted horrible: bitter and not at all what I was expecting. He noticed and asked me, "Everything all right?"
I said, "This is not white tea, or if it is, they added something gross."
He took it from me and sniffed it. He recoiled, smelling it, too.
"It smells like..." he started, then glanced at the condiment area.
I asked him, "Are you sure you put honey in here?"
"Pretty... uh... sure..."
I stood and walked to the condiment table, where I saw that the honey had been placed right next to the honey-colored soap by the sink.
I had to laugh, and I spun to him and said, "Brad, you put dish soap in my tea."
He stood and walked over. "Are you sure?" he asked.
I replied, "Which of these did you put into my tea?"
He pointed to the honey, but hesitantly. I was about to playfully reprimand him, but he shouted right in my face, "It isn't my fault!"
Every head turned our way, and he bolted for the back door, nearly colliding with a couple who were walking in. I never saw him again.