I might not answer them all at once or in order.
1. What's the worst date you've ever been on?
Honestly, I haven't dated very much in my life, and nothing really comes to mind. The only thing I can think of offhand is when I was in the marines, I went out with a guy marine to Pizza Slut off base. This was not long after we'd each gotten out of boot camp. Don't know if you know this, but boot camp teaches one to inhale as much food in as little time as possible. So, uh, he picks up this big slice of pizza and crams the entire thing in his mouth at once, as the people at the next table looked on in horror. Gawd that was a long time ago, in '86. If I think of another example, I'll post it.
Oh, wait. I don't know if this qualifies as a "date," but in the last year we were married, I went to my ex's office Christmas party. There, he abandoned me in a stranger's house, surrounded by --guess what?-- strangers. He proceeded to get hammered with his new bestest friends in the whole wide world, while I hung around feeling very much like the fifth wheel. The only reason he had me there at all was to be the designated driver. I found out later that he played tonsil-hockey with one of his co-workers in another room.
In other news, learned today that in the class "human physiology and anatomy," I'll be required to dissect a cat. Fuck that shit. I have to investigate alternatives.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 8:48 PM
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