9/29/2014

Twist and Shout

Story Sent in by Delois:

Joe, who I met online, invited me to a street performance show for our first date. He told me that a friend of his was in it and that it would be a great time.

On the date, Joe led me to a city plaza where his friend was in an acrobatic group of six guys who performed with a boom box in front of a crowd. They flipped and danced and leaped and spun and it was all very impressive. I cheered and laughed with the crowd. After they were done and passed the hat around, I told Joe that I liked the performance a lot.

Joe had some sort of chip on his shoulder and as the crowd dispersed, he told me to follow him away.

I asked him, "Aren't you going to see your friend?"

Joe said, "You're my date."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I followed him to an area with some restaurants, which is what I assumed we'd be doing next. But he was clearly in a bad mood. I asked him what was wrong.

He said, "I could do anything they could do. They weren't that great."

He then ran to a nearby wall and attempted to run up it and (I'm guessing) backflip off of it. A similar move was done dazzlingly well in the street performance. Surprisingly, Joe was actually able to flip most of the way around, although it was more of a side-flip than a backflip.

He landed on his feet but he screamed long and loud. Something was clearly wrong with his right ankle. I ran to his side to ask him, "Are you okay?"

He stumbled at me and I backed away. He said, "Go! Go out with one of those asshoIes from the performance! I saw how you looked at them!"

I was not looking at those performers with anything other than amazement. Did he really think I had any kind of desire for them?

Then, Joe actually attempted to do a flip again, but without nearly as much success. He kept yelling at me to go, go, go, so I went, went, went. I hope he made it home okay, but I never found out.

1 comment:

Content Policy

A Bad Case of the Dates reserves the right to publish or not publish any submitted content at any time, and by submitting content to A Bad Case of the Dates, you retain original copyright, but are granting us the right to post, edit, and/or republish your content forever and in any media throughout the universe. If Zeta Reticulans come down from their home planet to harvest bad dating stories, you could become an intergalactic megastar. Go you!

A Bad Case of the Dates is not responsible for user comments. We also reserve the right to delete any comments at any time and for any reason. We're hoping to not have to, though.

Aching to reach us? abadcaseofthedates at gmail dot com.