Front Row
The only time I went on a date with a girl I met on the Internet was a fantastic failure.
As I imagine in most cases, when I saw her in person, she wasnt as attractive as her pics let on. No biggie, she was still cute and I hope I am not that shallow.
However…. First thing I disliked is she wanted to sit in the front freaking row of the movie theatre.
Still, I decided, people have dealt with much worse. But then it got absolutely fantastic – a friend of hers shows up, and these two are pointing, laughing, and screaming their heads off and calling random characters ‘gay’ and whatnot.
At this point I had decided my time had come, excused myself to the bathroom, and went home to play some Counter-Strike.