Eclectic Tastes
I met this guy online. While I knew we had no connection on the first date, I let my friends talk me into “giving him a chance” and went out with him again. He took me to a craft fair, followed by the early-bird special dinner at a sandwich shop (no beer?!) where he made me pay. Feeling sorry for the poor bloke, and realizing it was about 4 p.m., I agreed to go and watch a movie at his place. He lived in what can be best described as a Dungeons and Dragons setup of samurai swords and crystal balls, and a projector instead of a TV. While watching the Spongebob DVD he picked, I smelled something so rancid I wanted to cut my nose off. He told me he was sorry that he farted, then proceeded to yell, “Stupid, stupid, stupid! I knew I shouldn’t have had that soda for dinner!” while slapping his forehead. The worst part was that my legs were starting to itch from the blanket I had over my lap. As I made a dash for the door (and from his attempted kisses), I noticed little marks all over my legs. He gave me fleas and he didn’t even have any pets.
), reading books about dragons, and knowing far far far too much about all things geek, I tell you that I am far from the norm. Some might actually call me hot (actually, a fair amount do). I hate that these stinkers with no social skills taking up my hobbies and making those of us who like to bathe, dress in clean clothes that are dare-I-say fashionable, and create successful careers look bad.
he also proceeded to stalk me for months after!
