Bad dates are good material.

I called to tell him I had just parked at the restaurant; he said he had too. I said I’d meet him in front of the entrance. After about 10 minutes, I started getting concerned. I called him, but it went right to voicemail. I texted him, no answer. A few minutes later, he finally got out of his car and came over. We had decent conversation, but I didn’t feel any chemistry. When I got home, he texted to as me out again. I wrote back that I was sorry, but I just didn’t think we had enough in common. He responded by saying that he disagreed, but it didn’t matter because I was too fat for him anyway…which was why it took him 10 minutes to get from his car to the door of the restaurant. He said saw me standing there and couldn’t decide whether to dash or not.