My worst date EVER:
We meet at the St Regis hotel. She's 40 minutes late. Why I hung around I'll never know. I'm just getting up to leave when she walks in. OK, so I guess I'll stick this one out. Order drinks. I compliment her on her nice teeth and smile and I get the "yeah, I know" routine back. 15 minutes into it and I want to slit my wrists. I'm trying to figure a way out of this. 2 drinks in and she's insulted me probably 10 times. We connect at nothing, absolutely nothing. We wrap it up and walk out to valet. I try to give her a hug and she planks me, arms at her sides. The valet pulls up my red 993 Cabriolet and she comments, "Is that yours? What a piece of crap".
That was 10 years ago. We're still together
