Dance with the Devil in the Pale Moonlight

Submitted by Lauren:

Jason arranged a moonlight beach picnic for our meet-up.  He brought a battery-powered CD player along, and after dinner, he turned it on and hit play.  Some jazz started playing, he stood up, took my hands, and we danced on the beach for a bit.

It was sweet and fun, but after ten minutes, I got tired and wanted to sit back down.  I let go of his hands and went to sit, but he grabbed my hands again and started to dance again.  I let go again and told him that I needed a break.

"Just a little longer," he said, but I was done for the time being and I smiled and sat down.

He gave me a nasty look and said, "Fine!  Be stupid and ugly!" and packed up the picnic and stormed back to his car.

I was stunned and hurt, but I followed him, as he was my ride.  He didn't say one single word to me on the way home, but he blasted his jazz music in his car's stereo, way, way loudly.  I couldn't wait to get home.


  1. What the ?? What a jerk! He had some vision of how things were going to go and you didn't follow his script. Just as well the date ended when it did... It probably would have been further downhill from there.

  2. Wow. You couldn't stand and sway to some guy bugling away on a brass instrument for ten minutes?

    That doesn't sound too healthy, maybe you should be going to the gym rather than going on dates.

  3. Hae you been gettin down with sum James Brown, I see you tiring in the sand and all, but slow dancing? You really should keep a energy drink in your purse.
    Nuff said, dude still acted like an ass, next time try some R/B, much better for makeout music.


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