Bad Magic

Story Sent in by Amelia:

Dave wrote to me online and asked me out to a dinner date. He had a good sense of humor and never ran out of conversation topics, so we set up a meeting.

When he picked me up at my house, he came to the door and asked me if he could use my bathroom. Once he was done, we were off.

The dinner portion went well, and in the middle of it, he said, "Remind me. I have a magic trick to show you after dinner."

After dinner, once we were outside, we walked a block or so when he said, "Oh yeah, I wanted to show you a magic trick."

He stopped walking. I watched him do a strange little dance, and then he reached down into the back of his pants and pulled out a pair of dark green boxer shorts as if he had removed them without taking off his pants. He held them up triumphantly. "Ta-da!"

I gave him a weak smile and clapped. "Bravo."

Then, he said, "Hang on," then put his arms around me and reached his hand into the back of my pants. I jerked away from him, and in his hand, he held a pair of panties, which, upon closer inspection, were mine. They weren't the ones I had been wearing, though. It was a pair I had left at home, that he must have taken when he "went to the bathroom," had hidden, and had at the ready for this exact set of circumstances.

I grabbed then from him and stuffed them into my purse. He smiled at me and repeated, "Ta-da!"

I nodded and said, "My turn. Watch me disappear." With that, I turned away from him and walked off.

He called after me, "Your trick sucks! Come back!"

I didn't. A truly good magician never repeats a trick.