8/31/2014

Ice Cream Misses

Story Sent in by Ruth:

On my first date with Robert, he took me out for ice cream. We sat next to each other at the shop's outdoor seating area and enjoyed our ice cream cones.

Then, as I raised my cone to have some, Robert smashed his head in and shoved his mouth against my ice cream, causing it to hit my face. I shouted and backed away, wiping myself off with a napkin. I asked him why he did that, and he said that he wanted to give me an ice cream kiss.

"More like an ice cream collision," I said.

When I was cleaned up and went for more ice cream, he did it again! This time, he took a big bite out of my cone.

I stood up and wiped the mess off my face. "Stop it!" I said to him.

"Ice cream kisses," he said with a shrug, as if that was supposed to excuse his behavior.

"Will you stop it?" I asked him, losing my patience. I was ready to sit somewhere else to enjoy what was left of my ice cream.

He stood up and said, "I'll never stop. Never."

He went for my ice cream again, but I dodged it away from him. We finished our snacks in relative silence, I told him I had to be somewhere, and that was the end of it all.

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