I had a flashback today of my drunk days.
Once I was at a club and I found a dude half way through the night I found a pretty cute boy to dance with. A little bit later I found myself making out with said stranger for ... a few hours... in the corner of a dark club. Sexy!
We emerge from the club around 2:30am. I get into the "day light" aka street lap light and I was like wait... this dude is kind of gross...
We go to get some food at a local diner so he can sober up to drive home (smart). We go to a diner and I realize, wow he kind of looks like a caveman. For me to realize this drunk should say enough, because I basically have negative standards when intoxicated.
I ask him what he does. He replies- I make marching band uniforms.
What?!
Yes, he worked at a manufacturing company that makes marching band uniforms. He drove back to wherever he came form that night and never saw him again. I do have the bragging rights though of making out with a dude that made many a high schoolers complete dorks.
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Dating Catastrophes is about those of us that have been unlucky in love but can still find the humor in it. Living in the city of Philadelphia, which has made lists for being one of the fattest and ugliest cities in America, doesn't make dating any easier. Oh, did I mention that the girl/guy single ratio is way off? After experiencing dating woes for a number of years, I finally decided to write it out and share – so the rest of the world can laugh along with my bad dates.
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