2/18/2015

Dead on Arrival

Story Sent in by Wayne:

Alexandra asked me a weird first question when we met in a park for our date:

"Am I gonna survive the night?"

I said, "I think so. Have you not survived a lot of dates?"

She said, "I've barely survived a few. I seem to only date psychos and murderers."

"Did these guys take you out murdering on these dates?"

"One did," she said, without a trace of humor.

"I see. Um, did you want to grab dinner?"

"Is murdering involved?"

"Depending on what you order, an animal might've died for your meal. Does that count?"

"Yeah," she said, "I'm sorry." She turned and left me there, ending the date before it had ever really begun.

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