Bad dates are good material.

Before he asked me out, we only talked briefly (about how I had just graduated from college. He looked like he was in his late 20s, and said he was currently a student after taking some time off). For our date, he took me to a bar to hear his favorite band. It turned out that it was his father’s band. I then met his father (awkward), who made a comment about how he wanted to take us out to get to know his son’s girl (um, this was a first date). Then, we sat down at a table and were ordering drinks, and started comparing driver’s license photos… and I saw that my date was 38! He knew full well that I was 22! Apparently, he was okay with that, but I most definitely was not.