1/08/2015

There Would Be Blood

Story Sent in by Jody:

I was at a bar with Andrew during our first date. They had a cooler set up with a hodgepodge of beers and he grabbed us a couple.

I tried to twist off my bottle cap but it wasn't a twist-off. I was ready to find a bottle opener but he took it from me, bit down on it, and tried to pop it off with his teeth.

There was a crack and then lots of blood. It spattered all over the floor and my legs. He dropped the bottle, screamed, covered his mouth, and ran for what I assumed was the bathroom. Only he never, ever came back.
Posted by at
Labels: ,

2 comments:

  1. melly1/08/2015 4:25 PM

    You didn't go after him to see if he was ok or needed help? What, you just kept partying? Sounds like you were the bad date OP

    ReplyDelete
  2. Tourist of Life1/09/2015 11:41 AM

    Agree, Jody was the bad date. It was totally her job to babysit Andrew who fails to grasp the concept of leverage.

    ReplyDelete

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Content Policy

A Bad Case of the Dates reserves the right to publish or not publish any submitted content at any time, and by submitting content to A Bad Case of the Dates, you retain original copyright, but are granting us the right to post, edit, and/or republish your content forever and in any media throughout the universe. If Zeta Reticulans come down from their home planet to harvest bad dating stories, you could become an intergalactic megastar. Go you!

A Bad Case of the Dates is not responsible for user comments. We also reserve the right to delete any comments at any time and for any reason. We're hoping to not have to, though.

Aching to reach us? abadcaseofthedates at gmail dot com.