Story Sent in by Nell:

Jason mentioned on his profile that he was a boxer. I'm not a big fan of the sport (although Muhammad Ali went to my high school) but I was interested to learn more about him. As it turns out, I couldn't shut him up once he started in about it. It was like trying to drink from a fire hydrant!

On our date he took me out for coffee and to "see his moves." I thought that meant that he was going to bring me to a boxing gym, which actually would've been pretty fun, as I had never been in one. Instead, after he hurried us through coffee, he brought me out to his parked car and pulled out an old pair of green boxing gloves.

He put them on and said, "Point at something."

I didn't know what was going on. "Like... what?"

He said, "Anything. Or anybody."

I pointed to a telephone pole. He jogged up to it and pummeled it with his fists. Then he immediately cringed back. He yelled, "Ow! My fists!" Then he turned to me and shouted, "Why'd you make me do that?" He then jumped into his car and drove away.


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