5/26/2015

Dim Bulb

Story Sent in by Patricia:

I had gone out on one date with Edward. It went well, but circumstances prevented us from having a second date for almost a month. We both had work responsibilities, minor life emergencies, and so on. It wasn't a big deal to me. We stayed in touch and he ended up at my place for date number two.

When he arrived we sat on my couch in the living room and I asked him what he wanted to drink. He requested beer and I went to my kitchen to grab some when I heard the sounds of shattering glass.

I bolted back into my living room. Edward was unscrewing light bulbs from my lamps and throwing them against the wall.

"Stop it!" I screamed, "What are you doing?"

He looked up at me like he was in a trance and said, "I'll see myself out." He grabbed his coat and left without explanation. Of course, I never saw him again.

2 comments:

  1. That's what you get for not having dimmer switches OP.

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  2. This is why you should only bring someone home if you're going to sleep with them. Don't give them time to mess about in your living room!

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