For the Birds

Story Submitted by Risa:

Nick and I were out on a walk on our first date, when we passed by a pet store.  He led me inside and made a beeline right for the parrots.

He stood in front of the cage of a big macaw and he said, "Fuck" over and over.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

He glanced at me but kept repeating "Fuck" at the bird.  The macaw turned away from him, and Nick repositioned himself in front of it, not breaking his string of expletives for a second.

I let him have at it for a bit, and strolled over to the aquariums.  After 10 minutes, though, I was tired of the store and I walked back over to find him repeating the same word at the macaw, as he had likely been since I last saw him.

"Ready to go?" I asked.  He shot me a look, but didn't let up.  I said, "I'm getting bored."

He raised the volume a bit but didn't break away.  I said, "I'll meet you outside."

I waited for about 10 more minutes, went back into the store, found him doing the same thing, then left him there.  Never heard from him again, so I have no idea if he was successful.  He might even still be there, as far as I know.


  1. Well, that's dedication for you.

  2. Yeah, telling your date what you want at the very beginning of the evening is not the best way to make a good impression. Notice how the macaw turned away, clearly giving him the cold shoulder.


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