The Third Date
We met for our first date by the local Starbucks. I hailed a cab to which she asked, “You can do that? I thought that only happened in the movies!”
But other than that and a few odd comments here and there she seemed normal and likable. Two days later, we went out again for dinner, and everything was good. Towards the end of the date she told me that unfortunately she would be out of town for two weeks on a business trip, but would love to see me again when she got back.
About a week later she called to tell me she’s back in town and wants to grab dinner. So the next day we went to this nice Thai place. Right after the waiter took our drink order I asked her why she was back a week early.
I jokingly said, “Oh I guess you were in a rush to see me again!”
“I was actually sent home early because I tried to hang myself in my hotel room,” she replied.
“Oh. Uh,” I stammered in shock.
“That was actually on the first night there so I had to go to a hospital for observation for the rest of the week,” she said as if she was simply describing the weather.
Around that moment the wine came. Needless to say it was a very long dinner. Luckily she moved a week later.