Waiter, There's a Hair on My Date

Story Submitted by Sean:

Colleen and I met up for lunch at my favorite place.  I was really looking forward to meeting her, as she was a woman who appeared to have her life in order.  She had a job, a strong bond with her family, and didn't seem to have that much baggage, although how much can you really tell about someone from online?

In one of my messages to her, I said, just off the cuff, that I liked it when women wore their hair down.  She showed up to our date with a smile and her brown hair down, and I'm not kidding around when I say that she was probably the most attractive woman to ever give me the time of day.

The place had a little water cooler for patrons to grab their own cups of water.  I filled up cups and brought them to our table.  She took a gulp, gagged, and spat the mouthful into my face.

Neighboring diners took notice and stared at us.  I wiped my face with a napkin and asked her what the problem was.

She looked into her cup and held it towards me.  "I tasted a hair."

I took the cup and looked into it as she dabbed her mouth off with a napkin.  I saw nothing but water, and handed it back to her.  "You didn't have to spit it into my face."

She replied, "You didn't have to stick a hair in my water, asshole."

"I didn't."

She grit her teeth and hissed, "Then how did it get there?"

"Maybe it's from your head or maybe you imagined it."

She trembled and barked, "My hair never falls out, and I didn't imagine anything."

I took a sip of water and spat it into her face.  She yelped, wiped her face with the sleeves of her sweater, and stood up.

I yelled, "Sorry.  There was a hair in mine, too!"

She stormed out and I had lunch on my own.  Thankfully.