Failed dates.

[Wings of Fire]

So it was started out as a usual miserable rainy autumn's evening in the oil capital of Europe, it may have been pissing it down but boy, that rain signified promise, promise of a good night ahead and hope of excellent fun filled hours of make out with my girlfriend.

How then, did we end up being driven back to hers by two very unhappy, moderatly irate and slightly drunk parents from a Burger King at the outskirts of town at 1AM? Is there some sense of historical inertia leading to the third date by all couples fuxxoring up, or does God indeed play dice with lolcats and make watches out used rubber? Has anyone here in OWF had a date which just failed flat on it's face? You may have had a good time, you may have reached whatever base you want, but at the end as you're staring into her father's bloodshot eyes you know you're in trouble.

He gave me two talks by the way, the first concerning the night and the second concering the state I left his daughter in the previous night. Sometimes it's good to get these things off your chest -_-.

[Nate]

I met this guy at a speed dating evening and thought he was sortof cute and a good conversationalist. We met up again and that 'sortof' was downgraded to 'not really' (I dunno, maybe he had a new haircut, maybe I was less drunk) and we spent much of the evening talking about the holocaust; "So how did your grandparents survive?", "Why did they go to Australia?", etc. Then he kept on telling me how great his apartment was (and how comfortable his double bed was) and how I should come take a look. I said no, thanks.

I decided to give him a chance on a second date. He kept on asking me what I was looking at over his shoulder and I replied that I was a bit tired and the waiters moving around were a bit distracting. The truth was, however, that I was staring at a rather attractive young gent on the other side of the cafe and kept on thinking about how much I wished I was with him instead of the guy I was with. Then he followed me home and made himself comfortable in my apartment until I made up some excuse about why I didn't want to have sex with him and he left in a huff.

[Leto]

I met this guy at a speed dating evening and thought he was sortof cute and a good conversationalist. We met up again and that 'sortof' was downgraded to 'not really' (I dunno, maybe he had a new haircut, maybe I was less drunk) and we spent much of the evening talking about the holocaust; "So how did your grandparents survive?", "Why did they go to Australia?", etc. Then he kept on telling me how great his apartment was (and how comfortable his double bed was) and how I should come take a look. I said no, thanks.

Oh my God. What a light hearted way to insight intercourse.

[OANST]

I've been out of the dating game for quite a while. However, I recently made plans for my wife's birthday that went slightly awry. I rented a hotel room (a nice one) and had my step dad watch our daughter. This is only the second time since she was born that we let her sleep elsewhere. Anyhow, we go to a movie and about half way through my kidney goes insane. I'm in so much pain that I feel like I'm going to pass out. I leave the theatre and writhe in pain on a bench outside until it finally stops. I then go back into the theatre only to see the credits rolling.

Okay. No big deal. I didn't like the movie anyway. So we go to dinner. At the end she uses the bathroom, comes back and tells me that she just started her period. The night was a failure.