A Dark and Stormy Night

Story Sent in by Christine:

It was a rainy night when I met Kenneth on what was our first and last date. He asked me to meet him in the lobby of a nice local hotel. He was a couple of minutes late, and when he showed up his right side was covered nearly head to toe in mud. It was like he had dipped only that side in dirt, sort of like a black and white cookie.

He came up to me and said, "There was an incident. I booked a room here so I could use the shower. Wanna come upstairs with me?"

I said, "Uh... how about we postpone, instead?"

He said, "Why don't you just come upstairs? I've already booked out a room. I was going to shower and you can come upstairs with me."

"No, thanks."

"Come on."

"No, thanks."

He said, "Okay. Then I'll go shower and be right back. I won't be more than 15 minutes. You'll wait for me?"

I sat down on a lobby sofa and said, "I guess."

He disappeared into an elevator and never came back. About 25 minutes later I received a text from him saying, "I found someone who was more than willing to come upstairs with me. Better luck next time?"

I wrote back, "I actually consider myself very lucky to have not gone upstairs with you. Cheers." I left and that was it.