I was thinking that I seriously need to write an article on bad first dates. Before coming up with the ten-minute rule (either party can call an end to the date after ten minutes due to any reason whatsoever. This saves everyone either a) a grueling, tediously painful date, or b) falling for someone who is dying to get away from you.
Anyways, before this rule came into existence, one of the top worst first dates was where I met up with this guy from match who had a cute picture (ended up being from high school and he was in his early twenties.) I get there and he's gangly, has thinning hair and an oily scalp, and is wearing this really thick orange knit shirt. Orange?
The worst part though that drew my morbid fascination before I lied about having to go out to a party with my girlfriend was his dark gray front tooth (that was mixed in with a seriously messed up grill). The gray was really dark and radiated out from the center. It was so bad that my eyes kept going by their own power to stare at his teeth when he was talking. I had to keep tearing my gaze away to look him in the eyes. He was by this time in his life working in a start up company and seemed to not be in financial distress, so I couldn't figure out for the life of me why he hadn't fixed it.



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I was 24, and he came to pick me up from my apartment. I'd never met him before. I opened the door, and he stood in the hallway (he was pretty hot) with this huge overnight bag that looked like it had enough clothes for the whole weekend. I looked at the bag and I go, "Um...ok." And he dead-panned..."Well, you'll owe me big after the dinner I take you to. *wink, wink* It'll take a while to pay it off." I told him to wait a moment while I got my coat and closed the door and locked it. I went out the back door and left him waiting for me.


I believe you Dottie and you have my support 
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