Well, let me tell you why.
Friday I had a lunch date with a nice gentleman. British/Greek descent, ex-rugby player, current architect, nice guy. First date. Lunch. So there we are, enjoying our meal, when he says.. Do you believe in past lives.
Um, FIRST DATE, PEOPLE.
I say, no, not for me, but you know, fine for other people. Who am I to judge.
He starts telling me about his past life that he remembers. He was an Army Colonel, he had to retake the trenches in this battle, he got shot 17 times, oh, and he was German.
I say, World War I? He says no, II.
Yes, folks, in his former life, my date was a Nazi.
The end.
And yes, that IS why I am single. I won't even bother retelling the story of the date who took me ot the food court for dinner and then wanted to watch porn back at my place.
Now mind you, these are people I have spoken to on the phone, these aren't random crazies that are blind dates. So clearly, they have learned to wait to show the crazy.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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