Hey, Folks, I'm stealing this wonderful idea from The Naughty Monkey, although I cannot compete with her entry, herein shall I relate my worst date. In the dark ages before the internet, a friend who lived in England met a young lady with whom she thought I would get along. The young brit, Annie, and I became pen-pals, and romance blossomed. Eventually, after huge phone bills and a couple of trans-Atlantic video tapes, she came to visit. Knowing that Feyetteville, North Carolina doesn't offer much for a sophisticated lady, I arranged to take leave from the Air Force and go to Florida. Unfortunately just before she left Heathrow my leave was cancelled. She gamely agreed to make a go of it anyway. After an icy drive to the airport, I got her back to my palacial single-wide trailer only to find that the pipes had frozen. So we spent her first night in a hotel. It only got worse from there. I tried to find some theatre for her, and we went to a dinner theatre production of Godspell...only what they didn't say in the ad was that it was a local high school's production. Plus she was a vegetarian, and even though I called to find out if they had vegetarian fare, and was assured they did, they didn't. The last straw was when we went to a party at a friend's house, and I had too much to drink, and apparantly I said something to anger her, and she packed her bags and left. To this day I don't know what I said, but it was the end of our relationship.
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