I don't care how long it's been since I've gotten laid. There will be no more blind dates in my future. And I sure as hell will never let her plan one for me ever again.
A secluded, candlelit romantic Italian dinner complete with violin playing waiter should have been a perfect setting. Well maybe for a second or third date, maybe. Or even an anniversary date. But for a first meeting, getting to know you kind of date? Not so much.
Where did my mother find that idiot?
I'm pretty sure he showed