- You are dangerously close to a TLC special and needing a forklift to get around.
- You did not tell me I looked nice (okay, I am a little superficial, but I put forth the effort to look good for you and you showed up in shorts with a bleach stain and plastic shoes).
- You call your plastic shoes Jesus sandals.
- You compared basketball to NASCAR (it is not just a bunch of dudes running back and forth, oh my GOSH!).
- You made a 12 on the ACT. (how is that even possible?)
- You took me to Wal-Mart.
- You took me to Best Buy (not the same dude that took me to Wal-Mart, I swear! Wal-Mart was actually a double date).
- After eating dinner, you get the largest bucket of popcorn sold at the movie theater. Upon realizing the butter is self serve, you do a happy dance and proceed to drown the popcorn. Then spend the rest of the evening exclaiming how it needed more butter.
- You live in your van and sell bonsai trees by the side of the road.
- You eat the raw, dried out corn off the cornstalk at the corn maze.
- After eating the raw, dried out corn off the cornstalk at the corn maze you try to kiss me. I am pretty sure there were still kernels in your mouth.
- You tell me you have a fiance (that was one hell of an icebreaker).
- You spend the evening telling me stories that start with "you're not a man until . . ." and end with a sledgehammer to the face and a visit to the emergency room. All the while laughing hysterically.
- You push me down on the ground and declare: "HOEDOWN!"
- You want me to meet your parents on our second date.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
How to not get a second date.
Slacking on the posting: shame on me. My last post was about setbacks and I am sad to say I am still struggling. The month of May was rough, full of graduations, Mother's Day, my brother's birthday, Memorial Day, a visit from my best friend . . . all month I have been gaining and losing the same 3 pounds. It is enough to make me want to scream! So instead I am going to talk about something even more embarrassing than my yoyo-ing 3 pounds: dating. Specifically, first dates. I don't know if this makes me jaded, superficial, or a cynic; by no means do I walk into a date with a checklist in hand, but these are a few things have have actually happened to me that I found to be unforgivable.
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