12/13/2010

The Moment Where Things Went Wrong

Story Submitted by Paige:

Alfred connected with me online and we arranged a dinner date.  We met outside the restaurant, and one of the first things he said was, "You look so beautiful.  Close your eyes."  I did.

He licked my lips.  I opened my eyes and slapped him away.

He fell to the sidewalk, as if I had actually hit him that hard.

"What the fuck?" he yelled, then stormed off.

Almost a week later, an e-mail arrived from him.  In it, he asked, "Where did we go wrong?" and said "I miss you so much."

Clearly, the guy was nuts, and I haven't spoken to him from that day to this.

6 comments:

  1. Licked your lips!?!

    Clearly this is YOUR fault for having your fly open and not wearing panties!

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  2. Oh, Baku, this wasn't a set-up for A Bad Case of the Rapes. She closed her eyes, not got into a car with him blindfolded only to end up on the side of a road in Bumfuck.

    Honestly though, licking your lips was the least creepy/awful thing he could have done. He could have punched you in the tit or kneed you in the vag.

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  3. ^ I was actually thinking of stuff that involved pulling a knife out of his pocket.

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  4. My bad ... I thought it was her 'vaginal' lips...sheesh.
    Here's a coicidence, a friend just told me this joke:

    Q; What do you call the useless skin around a women's vagina?

    A: The woman!

    Don't shoot the messenger ladies!

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  5. Poor naive Paige, thinking he's got a gift or something for you...

    Sigh, well, at least you learned.

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  6. *stabs Howie*

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