At Least He’s Walking
June 2nd, 2010
When I arrived on time at the bar we agreed to meet at, the bartender informed me my date had already been there for 3 hours. To make conversation, I told my date that my hobby is running; he called me “a jackass.” I mentioned my favorite band; he said, “you’re an idiot” and gave me the finger. Okayyyy, great conversationalist. Not long into the date, he admitted that he was an alcoholic and repeatedly tried to grab me. I left to walk to my car and cringed as he walked into traffic, making cars swerve and honk at him as the rest of the bar watched in horror.
I’m surprised and impressed by your patience to make it even as long as you did.
Whoa, after the first “jackass” I would have demonstrated my running skillz!