2003-10-10 - 2:17 p.m.
It was a dark and stormy night. He showed up with no unbrella but he did bring me roses, the cheezy fabric kind that you get fly-blown gas stations, not the real deal. I couldn't stop yawning from being forced to listen to his drivel about how all women are evil harpies out to drain a man's wallet and cut off his balls. We both got drunk before he puked on my new red leather cowboy boots. Needless to say I never went out with him again...
hanging out with high school freshmen is not my idea of a romantic date. - 2004-02-13