Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Ken (the ditcher)

In college, my roommates and I would plan a group date once a month and set each other up with guys we knew. This particular date was the Christmas date.

About thirty minutes after the date was supposed to start, the date my roommate arranged for me still hadn't shown up. When she called, he said he had forgotten and finally made it about 45 minutes into the date. We went on with the "festivities" as planned, but after 40 minutes or so, he pretended to take a phone call outside. (It never actually rang.) He came back inside claiming he had been called into work (at 10:00 on a Saturday night.) I spent the rest of the date...dateless. It was a jolly good time!

The next week I ran into someone he worked with. Apparently the office isn't open on the weekends. Go figure!

On the bright side, I've learned to better appreciate the boys that show up... for the whole date. Automatic points.

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