What You Really Think of Me

Submitted by Derek:

Whenever I talked during my date with Margot, I noticed that she would look down and jitter her arm slightly next to herself in the booth, as if she was writing something.

"It looks like you're writing something," I joked.

She held up a notepad and pen, and told me that she was writing down as much of what I said as she could, as she had a bad memory.  I asked her why she didn't use a tape recorder, and she told me that that was a good idea and that she was thinking about saving up money to buy one.

She excused herself to go to the bathroom at one point and I checked her notes on me.  They weren't notes on what I had said.  It was the word, "asshole" over and over again, about 500 times.  No joke.

I replaced the notepad and she came back from the bathroom.   The rest of the date went well, up until I had finished paying for dinner and she held up the pad to me.

"Look," she said, "Someone thinks you're an asshole!"

I raised an eyebrow.  She went on, "Not me, though," and giggled to herself.

First and last date.