The White Stuff

Submitted by Jayla:

When I was younger, I was into a crrrazy scene.  My friend told me that she had the perfect guy for me.  The way she built him up, he sounded way too good to be true, so I figured that I had nothing to lose by getting set up.

I smelled him coming from three blocks away.  No joke... he showed up with the left side of his hair all white and done up in spikes.  The smell was awful...

"Ugh," I coughed, trying my best to maintain composure, "What did you put in your hair?"

He looked up as if noticing it for the first time.  "Oh this?  White out."

I told him that I couldn't take the smell.  He said, "It's not bothering me."

The date didn't go forward, and it was around that time that I began to reevaluate my life.  If my friends thought that guys like this were "perfect" for me, then I probably needed a change of scene.  Fast.


  1. White out in his hair? That was the 'mane mistake' for this bad date!

  2. Could he play guitar?

  3. Hammertime, that comment caused me physical pain.

  4. scenegirlarelame1/31/2010 1:53 PM

    I guess he was cooler than you and that pissed off the scene child that you are. Lame.

  5. Your scene sounds crrrrrazy. And weirrrrrrd. Maybe slightly regrrrrretful that you hung out with those frrrrrriends of yourrrrrs.

  6. thats one crazy scene you got there

  7. Haha! Man, that makes me feel better about my dating choices back in the day! Thank you!

  8. Congratulations, Jayla, for re-evaluating your life and thus showing a degree of self-insight rarely seen on this site :-)

  9. "[H]e sounded way too good to be true"

    That was your first clue. Things that sound too good to be true always are. :)


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