Ecstatic To Be Here
My college roommate decided that she would set me up on a blind date with a friend of hers that I would “just adore.” I had never been on a blind date before, but agreed to meet this fellow at the local 24-hour diner.
To start with, “Bob” was over half an hour late. When we got a table I asked if he wanted to order food. He did not, so I placed my order. About this time I noticed that Bob was acting rather strangely. He was sweaty and twitchy and couldn’t seem to focus on anything.
“Are you feeling all right, Bob?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah. I feel great. I just tried ecstasy for the first time earlier and it hasn’t worn off yet. You want to try it? I can get some more.”
“No, thank you?”
At this point I was shocked and appalled that he chose to keep our date while he was high on drugs, but my food had just arrived. So I sat awkwardly and and ate my cheese fries, while listening to him talk about how great ecstasy is and watching him play with a rubber ball with flashing lights inside it.
I declined his offer of a second date.
