10/30/2017

But Was It a Moon Unit?

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Story Sent in by Megan:

I thought it was weird when I saw that Dave had the words, “I have an amazing storage unit” in his profile, and on its own line at that. I just chalked it up to him being weird and so we went out on a first date.

He asked me if I wanted to see his storage unit that he rented out from a local storage place. He claimed that he had really decked it out and that it looked nicer than most people’s homes. I turned him down and so he took me to a bar instead.

When we arrived at the bar he said, “And we’re right across the street from my storage unit! What a coincidence! Want to see it?”

I turned him down yet again. When we went inside the bar, he asked the bartender if they had discounts for people who rented storage units across the street, and then Dave asked if the bartender could mix a drink called the “storage unit.” That was a big no on both counts.

Dave then sucked down his drink and asked me if I wanted to go see his storage unit. I told him yet again that I didn’t. He then said that he’d meet me there after I was done with my drink and then he ran out and stuck me with the tab. I paid and gave the bartender Dave’s information so that he would hopefully be banned from there forever after. When I left, I was sure to avoid going anywhere near the storage place across the street.

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13 comments:

  1. Dave was dumb all over and OP just wanted to drink and go home.

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    1. I guess Dave was among the "Flakes."

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  2. Nicer than most people's homes and it'll be yours forever. Creepy.

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  3. "I just chalked it up to him being weird and so we went out on a first date."

    Yep, because those dinners ain't gonna buy themselves.

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    1. There was no dinner. Op got stuck with the bar tab. Dave had alligator arms and legs. A pure drink hore. Pay attention Steve, Jared could give us a pop quiz at any given moment.

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    2. But, OP didn't KNOW she was going to be stuck with the bill at the time she agreed to go on the date. She was all like "This dude's weird... but I'll probably get free drinks out of it, so what the hell?"

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    3. Probably more like "morbid curiosity". She knew he was a freak, but could not resist the urge of finding how much of a freak he was. And perhaps she'd have a funny story to tell at the end of it...

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  4. Well done on not being murdered, OP!

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    1. After watching the movie called" The Hoarder" I'm never going on a date to a storage unit ever aganin.

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    2. Did we not once upon a time have a commenter here who claimed to have a storage unit within her gaping lady bits?

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    3. I had a boyfriend in a band and they practiced in their storage unit.They were sound proof. So the girlfriends would chillax on the sofa and bask in their awesomeness as they played. The owner rented out the bigger storage units to bands.Luckily I didn't run into any murderous hoarders on my way to the bathroom.

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  5. Dave had his storage unit all decked out and ready to store a body, just didn't have a body to store there yet, and was trying to remedy his situation. Geez, OP, cut a guy some slack.

    Second note: this story obviously took place long before digital cameras and phone cameras and even Polaroids and any other reasonable way to show off his unit. See? No camera to show off his unit? Obviously in the pre-dick-pic era.

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