5/06/2016

That Time of the Month

Story Sent in by Sharon:

Frank called me a little before our date began. He informed me that he'd be late because he was having trouble fitting a grandfather clock into his car. It sounded like a lame excuse to me, but when he showed up to the restaurant parking lot where I awaited him, he pulled up in a car with a giant wooden clock sticking out of a smashed back window.

"Oh my god," I said to him as he approached me, "Why do you have a grandfather clock?"

He said, "I'm going to steampunk it out. It'll be awesome!" Then he grabbed me and went in for an open-mouth kiss.

I yanked myself away and stepped back. Come on, dude. Seriously?

He then looked at me and at the grandfather clock and back again. He said, "Fine. I choose the clock!" and then scrambled back to his car and drove away.

6 comments:

  1. Did he honestly think she'd find this romantic? Smh

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  2. Nothing gets ladies wetter than lame attempts at steampunk, amirite?

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  3. "I clearly don't care about my own possessions or your permission to touch you."

    bullet dodged

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  4. I can picture him in pre-date desperation trying to figure out what would make him look classy, and casually flipping TV channels and stopping on Antiques Roadshow and grabbing a hammer.

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