tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186499665856075184.post3236414494800272685..comments2023-10-10T12:33:43.016-04:00Comments on A Bad Case of the Dates: And He Had a Long Night of Pocket PoolJMGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18362998962851574254noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3186499665856075184.post-30894546315304751972014-08-15T13:55:41.668-04:002014-08-15T13:55:41.668-04:00Wow, I really wanted to like this OP. She didn'...Wow, I really wanted to like this OP. She didn't wig-out at the first sign of weird ("He met me wearing a wife beater and carrying a pool cue outside a pub that didn't have pool tables" is a great start to a good/bay date story), had the sense of adventure to go play stupid-golf/parking-lot-pool/whatever and help him go find his pool-cue-javelin, then when she had enough (he threw it out in the woods again? really?) she left gracefully. She never did anything desperate or self-demeaning, she came away with an amusing story and was none the worse for the wear. I really wanted to like her!<br /><br />But then she has to end it telling how she "resolved to give up dating for a little while." What? Give up? For what? She loses all the points she earned. Fat bitch!!!Tourist of Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15869795168165679169noreply@blogger.com