From: buick@belay (Patrick D. Buick)
Subject: Re: Blind dates scare me!
Organization: Belay Enterprises Inc. Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Date: Tue, 15 Sep 1992 12:48:10 GMT

In article <lb7t71INN37u@exodus.Eng.Sun.COM> smith@wesson.Eng.Sun.COM writes:
>
>Hmm . . . beats my blind date from hell! Or should I say stabs??? :)
>
>We met for coffee and decided to go on to dinner.  He says he'll 
>drive.  I get in his Beamer (no less!) which reeks of something 
>quite unpleasant :*(  We get to the first restaurant -- it's 
>closing; we walk to the next  -- it had burned to the ground!!  
>(Prior to this, he pulls out a black satchel from his car.  I 
>kiddlingly asked him if it contained his worldly possessions -- 
>"Just about!" he says.)  The third restaurant has gone out of 
>business.  Lovely!  It's nearly 10:00 p.m., I'm freezing, starving, 
>my date's lugging a black bag containing God-knows-what and doing 
>impersonations of the Church Lady, George Bush, Big Rick Stewart 
>and Steve Masters all rolled into one!!!
>
>Well, we finally find a restaurant that's open.  I ordered an OJ and 
>he, a Johnnie Walker Black Label on the rocks.  By the time we ordered 
>dinner, he'd almost drained his drink.  The waitress walks away, he 
>makes a half-assed effort to stop her, looks around, pulls out a bottle 
>of JWBL from the black bag and proceeds to top off his drink.  I was 
>stupefied to say the least!   Anyway, the waitress comes back with a 
>basket of bread and a bowl filled with foil-wrapped butter squares . . . 
>or are they rectangular?  She walks away, he looks around again, and tops 
>off his drink.  
>
>Dinner comes -- pasta served with a side-dish of fresh parmesan cheese.  I 
>wolf mine down -- not only because I was starving but I desperately wanted 
>the date to end.  Unfortunately, Jonathan takes his time with his.  What 
>seemed like eons later, he finally swallows the last morsel on his plate, 
>then looks around again.  And I thought to myself "No . . . no!!!  He can't 
>possibly want another drink!"  I lucked out . . . he's eyeing the basket 
>still full of bread; "Mmmmm . . . breakfast!" he says, at the same time 
>wrapping the bread with the napkin the basket was lined with, unzips the 
>notorious black bag and sticks the bread in!!!  His eyes glazing, he pulls 
>the bowl of butter towards him, "Can't have bread without butter!" and pours 
>the foil-wrapped little buggers into the bag.  Me?  I was squirming lower 
>and lower down my seat praying the ground would open up and swallow him or 
>even me!  I managed to squeak out a pathetic "I'm really tired . . . can we 
>go now?", "Yeah, let's go." he says, putting on his huge over-sized Great 
>Coat with the oh-so-deep pockets.  "Oh wait!  I'm sure I'll find a use for
>this.", picking up the bowl of Parmesan Cheese and sticking it in his pocket.
>
>That was about about 11 months ago.  I had another blind date a few weeks ago.
>Nice guy!  We made plans to go to dinner and then to a play in Berkeley.  We 
>find a parking spot, he opens the back door of his car and pulls out . . . 
>yep! *a black satchel*!!!  ARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
>
>-- Nina
>
Some people have *all* the luck [*grin*].. even if it is bad.

Patrick
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