Maybe Her Boss Is a Vase

Story Sent in by Terrence:

Over the course of my first two dates with Robin, I was reasonably assured that she was intelligent and rational. I invited her over to my house for our third date. I thought we'd have a quiet dinner in and watch a movie. She told me, more than once, leading up to the date, "I've had a rough work week." I wanted to give her something relaxing.

On a table near the front door, I had a decorative vase. It was something I had picked up years before and I liked its design. When Robin came over and I welcomed her in, she picked it up and tossed it up and down in the air.

"Please don't do that," I said.

She said, "Think fast!" and threw it at me. I shouted in surprise and caught it, but barely.

"What are you doing?" I yelled, "Are you nuts?"

She yelled back, "I had a rough week! I had a rough week! How can I make that any clearer to you?"

She then ran over to me and tried to wrest the vase away from my grasp. I said, "What are you doing? Let go!"

She screamed, then, unable to yank the vase away, she shoved me towards my couch, then stomped out of my house without a word, slamming the front door closed behind her.

Still clutching the vase, I reviewed the events of the past minute, just to make sure that I hadn't actually done anything that could have prompted her behavior. I then set the vase down and took off after her, but by the time I made it outside, she was in her car and pulled away. I never heard from her again.


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  2. She had a tough week, man. If you truly liked her, you would have let her trash all your stuff. True love has no boundaries.

    That or she's freaking CRAZY. Like a nicer version of my ex.

  3. Bullet. Dodged.

    Previous comment deleted for egregious spelling error.

  4. Men, we don't know what we did!

  5. Why the hell would anyone chase after her?! I would've locked the door straightaway.


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