5/26/2012

The Nutty Necklace

Story Sent in by Edith:

I wore a pendant that my aunt had given me, on my first date with Tom. It was a small, abstract silver charm with three little spheres mounted on a small backing. He gravitated to it immediately.

"Whoa, those supposed to be testicles?" he pointed and asked with a smile.

"No. It's just a design. My aunt gave it to me."

He laughed. "Your aunt sure must like testicles."

"I'll be sure to ask her."

"Is she hot?"

I gave him a look.

He said, "As hot as you, I mean?"

"She has good taste, which I guess is more than I could say for myself at this moment."

That wiped the smile off his face. "You talking about me? Or the food?"

We hadn't eaten yet, so it didn't take him long to solve the riddle. He stood up and said, "Well then, what the hell are we doing?"

At first, I thought it was a rhetorical question, so I didn't give him an answer. When he continued to stare, I replied, "We're ending the date."

And so we did, barely after it had begun.

3 comments:

  1. I'm still there ---- staring.

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  2. He must be an unusual man if he thought three spheres were testicles.

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  3. What an ego. He could have apologized and salvaged the date by admitting he wasn't watching his manners and made a few stupid jokes. OP dodged a bullet. Think how bad he would have been with feelings plus investment. Yikes!

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