Bad dates are good material.

When I showed up for our date, he was reading a book of poetry–and decided to start reading to me aloud. After our drinks, we decided to walk down to a sidewalk sale to do some people watching. There he bought a frog hand puppet. For the rest of the date, every time he talked, it would be through the puppet. We stopped at a coffee shop and I ordered a drink. Then he held up his puppeted hand and in a squeaky frog voice told the barista, “I’d like one too please!”