Max and I were walking, side by side, down a sidewalk on our date, when he pointed at my ankles.
"Whoa," he said, "Purple socks."
I was indeed wearing purple socks. I smiled and asked, "Do you like them?"
"Not really. My ex wore so much purple, it makes me want to vomit."
I rolled my pant legs down to cover them. I asked, "Better?"
He said, "I still know that they're there. Those stupid motherfucking socks." We went on walking, but his face trembled and turned bright red.
"You okay?" I asked him.
"I'll never be okay," he said, "Never!" He then busted away from me at a run, his hands raised high into the air. I guessed that the date was over and I headed home.
I was wrong, as he called me about 40 minutes later to ask me if I wanted to meet up at a burger joint. I didn't.
I think this guy may have tried to re-enter the dating pool too soon.
ReplyDelete"...his face trembled and turned bright red..."
ReplyDeleteI've seen similar lines in other posts and I always think the same thing: psychotic breakdown.
And my second though usually is: nice that these psychos are going out on dates....
Max best not come to Baltimore during football season, lest he go apoplectic.
ReplyDeleteGO RAVENS!!!!!
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