8/02/2017

A House Is Not a Home

Story Sent in by Renee:

Jack was pretty adamant about me going over to his apartment for our first date. Uh... no. So we "compromised" and planned to meet at a bar & grill. Not long after I arrived and went inside he texted me to meet him in the rear parking lot.

When I made it there, I found he had parked away from everyone else and taken over three parking spaces with a couch, an entertainment center, a TV, a bookshelf with a few books, and a standing lamp. He said, "Since you wouldn't come over to my place, my place has come to you! Have a seat." He motioned at his tiny couch.

I guess I had to hand it to him for effort and creativity. I sat down on his couch and he sat right next to me and pretended to watch the unplugged TV for about half a minute before he started copping a feel.

I stood up and told him that I was going. He yelled about how much effort it was to bring everything over there for me and that the least I could do was help him pack everything up and bring it back to his apartment.

Nothing doing. Adios.

8 comments:

  1. *Jack talking to himself*
    Damn it, that didn't work. Ok, for the next date, I'm going with plan B.

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  2. This is what happens when you only have ONE move...

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  3. This is a man dedicated to getting laid, and he's definitely NOT going about it right. He's toeing the line between very determined and rapey.

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    1. Was it the grope that put him in the rapey camp? It was the grope wasn't it?

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    2. I was gonna say that freaky standing lamp, but I guess the grope, too.

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  4. He motioned at his tiny couch...

    Hmmmm. Tiny couch. Hmmmm.

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