The worst date I ever had was when the guy I was going on a first date with was so nervous (I am guessing) that he wrote cue cards for himself so that he would remember subjects to talk about while we were eating. He kept “discreetly” looking down at his lap and would ask me a question. This might have been cute except for the fact that he would ask the question and wouldn’t wait for me to finish my answer before sneaking a peek at the next question and asking me that one. Eventually the dinner was over and we went to leave but he had forgotten to put the cards away safely and they spilled all over the floor when he got up. I suppose it was a good idea gone bad.
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