Story Sent in by Wayne:
I tossed emails back and forth with Jamie and when the time came for us to plan a date, she invited me, over the phone, to "watch the fireworks from the roof" of her apartment building.
This wasn't anytime near the Fourth of July (it was winter, in fact) but she swore that that coming Saturday night there'd be fireworks in her town.
We enjoyed an early dinner out and as it grew dark, we made it to her apartment building roof, bundled up against the cold.
After an hour and a half of talking and waiting, it was pretty dark out and I asked her, "When are the fireworks supposed to start?"
"The ones I came up here to see."
"I never said anything about fireworks."
"...yes you did."
"No, I didn't."
She absolutely, positively, 100% had mentioned fireworks. Multiple times. I was ready to bust out our emails as proof until I realized that she had asked me over the phone to come see the fireworks, not by email.
She denied over and over ever mentioning fireworks, and when I tried to kiss her, she pushed me away. So I went home without fireworks and without a desire for a second date. Bah humbug.