At Least the Green Tea Ice Cream Was Good
Before I tell you about my date with Pete, let’s get to the important stuff: how was the Green Tea Ice Cream? Amazing. Like, imagine the first time you tasted candy. Now imagine the first time you heard a good song. Combine the two and you’ve got Green Tea Ice Cream- a deliciously mature revelations. But…..I’m sure you want to know about my date too. Here’s the dirty details (sigh)….
Before I write, I want to tell you that I actually asked my blog overlords if it was ok for me to put a negative review here. Everyone else seems to be doing so great! (Single mom in love! Architect is smitten! Swinger is…well, ok, I guess she doesn’t seem that happy). Well, anyway, they said I should write whatever’s honest. So I will.
I’m not blaming True. But Pete- horrible!
It wasn’t really any big thing that did it. He was well dressed in a faux euro way, and he did look like his picture. But we just didn’t click. For the longest time I couldn’t figure out why. Then I heard him laugh.
It sounded like old tires squeaking! Who laughs like that? It was so high pitched I thought that all the glasses in the room would explode. I thought that all the Chinatown dogs would come running to us. I thought that a fire alarm had gone off. Each time he laughed (he had far too good a sense of humor), I tried as hard as I could not to faint and vomit at the same time.
So did my date go well? Let’s just say I’m amazed that I held down my (delicious) Green Tea Ice Cream.
Tags: green tea ice cream, shame, true, try again, yikes
March 5th, 2008 at 3:59 pm
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