Let's get the ball rolling by going through the rolodex of past dates...good and bad. More bad than good since that's the way the scales tip.
Time travel back to December 2007. So I met a guy on PlentyofFish.com. He was a drummer in a band and owned his own business. Sounds great?!
Well - we decided to go the independent movie theater and meet up at the burrito place for a quick pre-movie bite.
When I arrived, he was seated (this is key to the story). We started chatting. He was a bit geekier than his pics led on to be...but he was nice.
I knew it was going down...the band was a polka band and the business is a self-owned computer programming business. But I forge ahead!
A few minutes of chit chat and then we decided to go up and order. There it was...
Yup...a freakin fanny pack. Dude was wearing a fanny pack - on a date! Now the white button down shirt with no under shirt, light colored jeans with white sneakers and nerd factor were all bad things but I could handle them. But a FREAKIN FANNY PACK?!!!!As the joke goes, even the guy stirring the rice at the counter looked at me and his eyes said it all, "Wow - at least I'm not with fanny pack."
After the laughter stops, the biggest question I get is "what was in it?". I'm guessing money and keys...but I didn't ask or look.
Needless to say, we didn't go on a second date. He didn't even walk me to my car and this neighborhood isn't great! The twat!
Yeah - I said it - I called Fanny Pack a twat.
More craptastic date stories to come!
