We went to a nice restaurant and had just ordered when he leaned over the table and said, "I shave my balls." I excused myself, went through the kitchen and straight out the back door to a bar to use the phone to call my friend to pick me up.
They then took me in for questioning and asked me how long I've known him, where I was on this day, and so on.
Do you mind if we don't go to the place I suggested? Then he says, "Good, 'cause I don't really feel like driving way out there and then bringing your ass all the way back home. Then once I pay for my half and leave my tip, he puts down and asks me if i have any more small bills because he doesn't want to break his other .
I mean this is just a first date." I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, and we went to one of my favorite restaurants. I told him to ask the waitress to change his damn .
As I sat, I imagined the really cute guy and unbelievable credentials, and was extremely excited to meet him.
Finally a guy sat down and introduced himself as my date, but instead of the 25-year-old I was expecting and was pictured on his profile, he was overweight, balding, and at least 50.
I'm completely freaked out, decide I'm going to the bathroom, and he asks if I need help wiping. " She winds up sneaking me through the kitchen, and I slipped her a tip.