The other day, a girlfriend of mine was regaling me with the details of a horrific date she’d been on. It was so horrifying that it was funny, as is typical of a bad date – as long as you don’t take yourself too seriously, which we most certainly don’t. We always suspect that karma is sending us presents for some of the mischief we get into.
“Definitely my worst date EVER,” my friend said, decisively.
“Well,” I giggled, as I involuntarily spewed part of my martini out through my nose. “At least you got a great anecdote out of it!”
My girlfriends and I love to discuss, in painstaking detail, all drama that has ensued as a result of our dating disasters. Sometimes on a date, I’ve actually felt myself waiting impatiently for the end to come, just so that I could speed-dial whoever and recount the gory details. I’ve traditionally been greeted by disturbed gasps, followed closely by hysterical laughter.
While my friend and I discussed her disappointing rendez-vous, I started thinking back to some of my all-time greatest dating stories, and realized that some of the worst are also the most riveting – and by “riveting”, I mean “a disturbing and entertaining blend of horrifying and hilarious”. Read the rest of this entry »