4/27/2014

The Really Awkward Part

Story Sent in by Muriel:

After dinner, Jimmy and I were waiting at a street corner to cross when he threw his hand out across my chest and squeezed my breast.

I forcibly removed his hand and said, "Perv, what are you doing?"

He said, "Some thanks for saving your life."

"Saving my life?" I asked.

He said, "I held you back from the traffic."

"We're on a sidewalk."

He groaned, "One of these drivers could be drunk! You don't know. You're welcome, by the way. For saving your life just now. I didn't have to do it."

I thought for a moment then stepped away from him and said, "I'm gonna call it a night."

"What?! Why? I just saved your freaking life and not only do I not get a thank you but now you're punishing me for it? How about this?"

He started slapping himself in the face, and I hightailed it away. The really awkward part was that we were connected by a mutual friend. Made for a very entertaining retelling.

1 comment:

  1. I wonder if this is the same guy someone else on here went out with who started punching himself in the face when she wouldn't stop and kiss him at every single sculpture they observed on a 2nd date.

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