by Roxanna Kay

Created on: June 18, 2009

My eyes were as big as a rib eye steak and my chin dropped on the table. Our first date at a very elaborate restaurant and we ordered the most expensive steaks on the menu. The fillet mignon we ordered arrived and Charles (not his real name), shoveled the inside of his baked potato out with his fingers, piled it on top of his steak, then picked up his steak and tore into it like an animal. I watched in horror as potato and steak debris flew far and wide. The patrons around us had the same freaked out gaze on their faces. He talked wildly about how he didn't use utensils because it made his food taste better. I was tempted to try it, but something in me screamed, No don't do it! I'm usually a pretty free spirit but something about watching him seemed unsanitary and animalistic. This would be one of those life moments when all you can do is find humor in the situation. I calmly announced that I was with the last living caveman and later he would drag me off by the hair. He dropped me off with a kiss as sloppy as his table manners. He sure was a sexy hunk of a man but, no, I didn't go out with him again.

I dated a guy we again will call Charles. Three weeks into the budding romance, things were progressing nicely. Until, he didn't answer my call and I got his voice mail. It's not that I was upset he didn't answer my call, it happens. I had missed tons of his calls. It was the way he sounded on the voice mail. It made my skin crawl, so not attractive, total turn off. The message I left was something to the effect, this just isn't working out for me, no need to return my call. Who does that? Pretty sure I need counseling, but I won't get it. I can proudly say I have not dumped a guy because of his voice mail message since.

My best friend says I owe her for life due to one tragic night I made her go on a double date with me. The blind date earned the nickname, Pee-man. Now, I shouldn't have to say anymore but I'm going too. When I met my guy (let's call him Charles) he was with a friend. Let me back up here for a second. I had taken Julie (my best friend) on a bounty hunt with me in Kansas. I apprehended the bad guy and took him to jail, so it was time to celebrate. We found a club somewhere in Kansas, I'm not real sure where we were. I danced with Charles all night and had a blast. He walked me to the truck and asked me out. We were talking and laughing, until Julie shrieked, Sick!

Julie sat in the driver's seat and had started the truck. The lights came

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