Dracu-lame

Story Sent in by Angela:

Miles had a cold, and instead of postponing our first date, he showed up at the restaurant anyway, looking pretty sick. I told him that I'd be fine rescheduling our date, if he wasn't feeling well. Part of me, though, was irritated that he wouldn't think ahead to cancel. I had spent a bit of time getting ready for it.

He refused to cancel, and we went ahead and had dinner together. We caught up, but he had to blow his nose after almost every sentence. He also had an issue with periods of silence. Namely, whenever there was a natural conversational pause, he'd hum "Born to Be Wild." That was the bulk of our date: 40% talk, 40% nose-blowing, and 20% Steppenwolf.

After our dinners arrived (I ordered fettuccine Alfredo, he ordered toast - at an Italian restaurant), it was harder for him to lay on the classic rock, so at least there was that saving grace.

But then he did something I'll never forget. He took the straw right out of my water, took the straw out of his own water, and stuck them up his nose.

He said, "Look! I'm Dracula!" and cackled.

I smiled to humor him, but I was horrified. I guess I wasn't too good at hiding my disgust, because he grabbed them out of his nose and put them down on the table and said, "Sorry. Just trying to be spontaneous. Even when I'm sick."

I said, "It's okay. Get well soon." I meant it, but I also wanted to get out of there.

After dinner, I suggested that he go home to rest. He agreed that that was a good plan. My goal was to wish him a good night without having to touch him at all, but after he said, "I had a great time," he went for a kiss.

I dodged aside. He went for it again, and then again, until I had to say, "Miles, you're sick! I don't want to catch it!"

He understood. "Sorry. Just trying to be romantic."

Try harder, kiddo. We parted, and soon afterward, I came down with a cold, all the same.