I Admire a Woman with a Plan

Story Sent in by Corey:

Tiffany was one of my high school classmates. She was very attractive, but a bit of a loner – quiet, studious, and introverted. I liked her, and so I invited her along whenever my friends and I were up to anything. She seemed grateful, and it helped to open her up a bit, although she always seemed to be particularly attached to me, I guess because I was the one who always invited her along in the first place.

After we all hung out a few times, it became more and more obvious that she liked me. She'd take my arm whenever we walked from place to place, I'd catch her looking at me when she thought I didn't notice, and even my friends asked me when I was planning to ask her out. I liked her, so I did.

Our first date was to a diner. I thought it would be a good chance to learn more about her, one-on-one. True to form, she was more of a listener than a talker, until I finally was able to pry out the fact that she liked to draw.

"What do you like to draw?" I asked her.

She replied, "Okay, I drew you this. I wasn't sure whether or not to bring it, but something told me it was a good idea."

I was blown away. No one had ever drawn me something before. She fished into her bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper. I couldn't wait to see it, and I was probably expecting a masterpiece.

She unfolded it onto the diner table. It was a crude picture of a graveyard, complete with scores of headstones and crosses. Two headstones, side-by-side, in the foreground, were circled in red.

"That's us," she said, a dark smile creeping over her lips, "Where we'll be together."


She explained, "Most couples spend their time together being dead. A lifetime together and then many more lifetimes together next to each other, in the ground."

"Oh, is… is that right?"

"Yes, but we'll find out for sure, together!"

I took the drawing. "Thank you, Tiffany. I'm very grateful for the picture."

"It came to me in a vision. A vision of our future." She then extended her hand to me, and I took it, if for no other reason than I was a little terrified of what she'd do to me if I didn't.

The rest of dinner passed without any further talk of being buried together, and she was largely quiet. I drove her home.

On my way back to my own place, she called me to say what a great time she had and that she couldn't wait to see me again. I told her that I thought we'd be better off as friends. She screamed, hung up the phone, and literally never spoke another word to me again.


  1. Man lost out on his chance for a little EMO lovin... Damn, I would have jumped at the chance when I was in High School and was into the whole Goth/EMO thing.

  2. Why are you so afraid of destiny?

  3. Oh, high school..... I don't miss being seventeen, but it sure was fun to be to deep to be happy in this world.

  4. graveyard love, having sex in a coffin can be fun

  5. on second thoughts she was probobly a dead root

  6. A few years ago I went on a date with a girl who took me to her family's funeral home and cemetary. We were looking at the vaults and she made some sort of joke that she could get us a 'room for two'. It really freaked me out. I married her anyway. Best thing I ever did.

  7. really, you dropped her for this? she didn't seem to say anything wrong, although it might be unusual to say it on a first date. what were you scared of? spending a life together? or death at the end of it? the first one might always happen, the second one is quite unavoidable! ;)

  8. @ Unknown: I think it's less to do with her saying anything "wrong", I think it's more to do with the fact that it's really damn creepy when a girl not only draws a picture of your grave but also carries it with her to her first date. Still, while creepy, I agree dropping her for this is a little bit of an extreme reaction for something so harmless.

  9. I'd have hit it.

    Hot/Crazy matrix means she's not likely to be a wife, though...


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