It Ended Badly…

(Thank you, JoeyGirl, for contributing the following story)

I met my date the weekend prior to my worst date of all time and probably the best worst date story I’ll ever have. (I really hope this is it and that this is not a “ha-ha little do you know” situation.) I actually met O outside of a bar in center city Philadelphia and he was a complete gentleman. He’s an investment banker with a hoity LA accent that apparently doesn’t know his drinking limit. We met at my apartment (I’ll admit it wasn’t the best idea), he was an hour late, and yet things were fine. Aside from the fact that he offered to make me a drink, I declined, yet was given one anyways, everything was fine. It was all downhill from there though. He presented me with a flower he made from a napkin because he forgot to get me a real one. No flower would have been better than a napkin flower. (more…)

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(Another fine product of Helena Handbasket Dating Experience)

I often have a bad read on the obvious when it comes to men. Ken Doll with a crew cut was someone I always thought was ridiculously hot. However every hint I ever dropped never seemed to get a response. So I dropped it and assumed he wasn’t into me. Over the years my fantasy turned into a good friendship. Eventually any notion of anything romantic never crossed my mind.

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