He was a blind date. He called ahead to tell me we were going “some place nice” for dinner, so I dressed accordingly – cute dress, heels, the works. He showed up with flowers and candy! But it was all downhill from there.

He had welded his car doors shut, and the only way to get in was to hop through the window.  “Someplace nice” was Long John Silvers, and he spent the hour we were there talking about his Snap-On tools.

—Teleute

Aftermath: I thanked him for dinner, deflected his attempt to kiss me, and asked him to please not call me again. The friend who set us up was pissed at me for months.

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