Let me just get right in to this one...
So we're sitting at the bar on our second date, having a fairly good time. I've got a couple of drinks in me, so I'm very much giving him the benefit of the doubt. That is, until the following takes place...
I'm answering some question he'd asked, when, behind us, he hears a girl (in her own conversation) exclaiming, "I can't believe she's getting married because she and I used to make out all the time!"
Well, at that tantilizing visual, my charming date interrupts me to turn and ask the stranger,
"Was she cute?"
After the girl gives him a mind-your-f'ing-business look, he turns back to me with another, more pressing question.
"Have you ever been with a girl?"
"Uh, no."
"Never? Not even in college?"
"No. It was college. Not porn school. Check please."
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