
I went out on a date today... I was, idk, fashionably late? By 30 minutes...
Anyways, it was one of those "hell dates", y'know, the ones in which something goes wrong and stuff...
What went wrong? She was fugly, she smoked - which, in case you didn't know, I TOTALLY DISAPPROVE OF since I'm a straightedge - AND, out of fucking nowhere, a friend of hers who, and I quote: "...I haven't seen in two years since I graduated" goes on to sit at our table. And she's this stereotypical white trash chick, who smokes like a fucking chimney, and starts talking and talking and won't shut the fuck up... Funny thing is, she kept asking "Am I interrupting anything?" YEAH, YOU FILTHY HARLOT, you are interrupting something...
Anyways, it seems like it was fucking planned, like those dates in which you tell a friend to please show up when I give you the signal, in case I don't like the guy. So I ordered mozzarella sticks, and I ate like three, all the while she kept talking and talking shit... Later on, she gets a phone call from a "friend in distress", and she's all like, and I quote: "...She's my best friend..." NO FUCKING SHITTING? REALLY?... So she's like, I think I should go and blah blah blah, so I just grab my coat and scarf, get up from the table and look for the waiter... I go and pay, I don't even look behind, just fucking walk away... I mean, what would be the point, besides the fact to learn she is fucking ugly as shit? All this "spontaneous" shit that happened, heh, I've seen better acting on CBS soap operas than that...
I just laughed the fuck up about it... Spent like, idk fucking 25 miles on my car for this whore to keep on talking to these retards? HAHAHAHA, there you go, Mr. Sebastian...