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So I ask Ash to meet me downtown at the country western bar. |
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So we're chatting. I hope she notices I'm a doctor. (If your date isn't interested in whatever you're talking about, change the topic.) |
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I spend 20 minutes describing my love of pizza and why I'd choose it if I could only have one food for the rest of my life. |
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I keep telling her how cute she is. (Go ahead and admire your date all night, it rarely annoys them and it gets your social meter up.) |
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We play a little footsie... |
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And now we're cuddling in front of our dirty dishes. |
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After dinner, Ash says she's going to run to the bathroom. |
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What is she, lost? |
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So I go in first and call her but, where is she going? |
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Now I'm full on screaming at her and she's still wandering around. It's been 45 minutes since we left the table. |
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What is she doing now?! I cannot possibly date this girl. She is either dumb as a box of rocks or she's fixated on toilets. Either way is trouble. |
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So, while she's obsessing in a corner I decide to chat someone else up. |
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Despite the allure of my doctor clothes, this one tells me she's straight. |
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| I try flirting anyway but it doesn't do a thing for either of us. |
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| But it brings toilet girl out of her reverie. She ran over and gave this girl a smack. Now I kinda like her again. |
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| I try talking to her again as my doppelganger looks on. Geez, get a life, would ya? |
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| But again with the toilets. This girl is a freak. |
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| I cut my losses and wave goodbye. Hopefully she'll make it home. |
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| The lengths people will go to avoid using public restrooms. Mmmm, I think I'll keep looking. |
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| Besides, I'm so much happier playing with my dog who doesn't have any issues with peeing whenever wherever. |
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Come back to see what happens next. |
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