High Times, Low Times
My friends talked me into the idea of going on a blind date. I really wasn’t in the dating mode but I figured why not? I guess he had seen me at an event and begged his friends for a date with me. I caved after much harassment from friends assuring me he was a great guy with a great job etc.
I was 15 minutes late for the sushi date at the restaurant down the street from me because I just had a bad feeling about him. Of course, he was irritated but that didn’t affect his mouth from chatting on and on. He never shut up! After two straight hours of him talking, I learned that he delivered Chinese food for a living, got high while delivering food, never went to college because he couldn’t get high all day, was high during the date and had no goals except to get high all day.
He then asked if we could go back to my place so that we could get high. I was so sick of this man at this point but decided that free weed would redeem the night. We went back to my studio apartment and smoked a little. We relaxed and listened to some music. He had run out of things to talk about during the date (thank God) and was really quiet. He asked to use the bathroom only to disappear for 20 minutes. Poor guy, I thought, he needs some prunes.
He finally wrapped things up and asked that we leave to go to the bars downtown.He actually seemed kinda anxious to go. I wanted to freshen up before we hit the downtown bars and check my make-up since I planned on hitting on other men to get rid of this loser.
I opened the bathroom door and holy shit. He didn’t flush the toilet and had filled up the entire bowl with his goodies. I almost fainted from the smell. I think I let out a gasp because as soon as I went back into the main room, he bolted. I was left to pray the toilet would not overflow, and saddled with a smelly studio apartment and a ruined high.
