12/30/2015

Ludicrous Speed Dating

Story Sent in by Vicki:

I had arranged to meet Shane at a downtown bistro for our first date. I parked my car on the street on the same block as the restaurant.

As I stepped out of the car, Shane came right up to me with a take-out bag. He handed it to me, said, "I'm Shane. Nice to meet you. Here's dinner. I hope you like it."

He then took my arm and walked me next to my car for a couple of steps. He then stopped and said, "That was a nice after-dinner walk. It was so good to meet you." He kissed my cheek and said, "I had a great time. I'll be in touch," and he bolted away.

My guess? He had double-booked himself, felt bad about it, and decided to go out on a limb and try something really out there to make up for it. While the steak dinner he had bought me was delicious (and I sent him an email to thank him), I didn't go out with him again.

3 comments:

  1. I thought he was just rushing to the obligatory post-dinner smushing...

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  2. Uhhh, She actually ate it?! Maybe I'm just paranoid.

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  3. Yeah, looks like a zany way to try to avoid standing her up or cancelling.

    Just cancel - you're better off, and have a better chance of meeting again in the future.

    Also - there's no way I'd be eating that food from the weird acting stranger.

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