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Originally Posted by ben parrish
She drops by the following day and apologizes for being such an ass...brings a bottle of wine and we have a nice evening together.
The cab ride home cost her over 100 bucks (early 90's).
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Well done.
My worst date wasn't really a date. I was very good friends with a really wonderful gal, we met in high school and remained friends through college. We'd hang during breaks at home, see each other when we could.
She was headed to graduate school when I was a flight student in Pensacola. She stopped by for a few days on the way. We had a great time.
The second night we both get hammered at the Flora-Bama, a bar on the border between...duh.
One thing leads to another and we sleep together.
Awful. I have never been more uncomfortable in my life. Disaster.
We tried to talk about it but nothing was ever the same again.
Pity, that.