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My date tried to impress me by arguing with the cops. A.'Him: 'Oh, strippers work out for a discount there, don't they? Get a little work out in, go right to work in your little outfit. ' Me: 'Umm.' (Is this guy really asking me these questions? We got picked up by the NYPD for criminal marijuana possession. In my head I thought, 'He’s cute, I’d never date him but I might make-out with him.' But, upon exiting, the guy goes 'Julie, I need to tell you something. I don’t go to Columbia,' and I said very casually 'Oh okay, where do you go? Finally, I decided drinks needed to wrap up, so we headed out.
I was shocked into stoned silence and didn’t say or do anything, not even when my date started sobbing quietly in the cop car."At the precinct where I spent three hours of my life, my date was herded into a man’s holding cell with a few Rastafarians while I sat alone in the women’s cell.
He followed me out, and walked with me for several blocks, talking about a website for meat I just had to check out.""Mardi Gras, New York City, 2008—I was on what I'd presumed at the time to be a very nice second date, with a very nice guy I'd met a couple weeks before.
If a train were going 30 miles per hour, how how long would it take to get to Washington, D. After 45 minutes of this, when I politely refused a second drink, he ordered another drink anyway and proceeded to chat my ear off for over an hour, until I finally said that I needed to go and made a dash for the door.
I could get her to go home with me right now if I offered her enough money.
When I come back, it's your turn to ask me questions! When I asked him what he meant by that, he pointed at a woman sitting at the bar and said, 'That girl has a price.
How cool would it be to work out and go straight to work? Total creepazoid.""Over an awfully and unpleasantly forward sushi dinner near St. Which was exactly the same moment I saw the flashing lights.