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fandomhigh2014-11-04 09:32 am
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Sex, Dating and Self-Confidence [Tuesday, Period 2]
Today Irene was sitting on the edge of her desk, and shockingly enough, not holding the question box.
"Good morning," she said with a slight smile. "We don't have anything in the box this week -- I know, I was surprised as well -- so let's get right to work. We've discussed asking each other out, how to court one another via means of affection, and today, we're going to talk about when all of that goes to hell."
"Let's say the object of your affections is gracious enough to agree to a night out with you," Irene suggested, folding her hands in her lap. "But the night doesn't go as planned, for whatever reason. We all, generally, will have at least one terrible date story to share, at least by the time you're my age." She leaned forward a little, conspiratorially, and wrinkled her nose. "I once went out with someone who wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise, and then when I mentioned it, she brought out a pad of paper, and started writing down notes on what I was saying, as well as things she wanted to mention when I was done talking. That was rather memorable."
She'd always kind of wondered what had become of the notes.
"But let's say that it's not your beloved's fault, or yours, that the date goes poorly. Let's say there's an ice storm. Or someone drops a plate of spaghetti all over you. Or your credit cards are declined. How would you recover? What would your expectation be of your date, in terms of their recovery? Is it reasonable that if a disaster should befall you on your date -- let's say the absolute worst thing happens, and your date breaks a leg, or you end up in a car accident, or you get lost -- there shouldn't be a second date? Let's talk about that -- and by all means, please feel free to share any terrible date stories you might have as well."
"Good morning," she said with a slight smile. "We don't have anything in the box this week -- I know, I was surprised as well -- so let's get right to work. We've discussed asking each other out, how to court one another via means of affection, and today, we're going to talk about when all of that goes to hell."
"Let's say the object of your affections is gracious enough to agree to a night out with you," Irene suggested, folding her hands in her lap. "But the night doesn't go as planned, for whatever reason. We all, generally, will have at least one terrible date story to share, at least by the time you're my age." She leaned forward a little, conspiratorially, and wrinkled her nose. "I once went out with someone who wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise, and then when I mentioned it, she brought out a pad of paper, and started writing down notes on what I was saying, as well as things she wanted to mention when I was done talking. That was rather memorable."
She'd always kind of wondered what had become of the notes.
"But let's say that it's not your beloved's fault, or yours, that the date goes poorly. Let's say there's an ice storm. Or someone drops a plate of spaghetti all over you. Or your credit cards are declined. How would you recover? What would your expectation be of your date, in terms of their recovery? Is it reasonable that if a disaster should befall you on your date -- let's say the absolute worst thing happens, and your date breaks a leg, or you end up in a car accident, or you get lost -- there shouldn't be a second date? Let's talk about that -- and by all means, please feel free to share any terrible date stories you might have as well."
Re: Discussion: bad dates! [11/4]
"It doesn't end there. So this girl, her name is Crystal, and she's the princess of a secret society of superhumans that's been hidden from humanity for, like, thousands of years. And her guards come back and zap her back home where we can't follow, except they left her dog. We hitch a ride with the dog because, you know, true love. And we end up in a fight with a hundred thousand superpeople, we're barely keeping things together, and then out of nowhere the royal family comes along, tells us we poisoned the air with humanity, and they evacuate their entire society to somewhere new."
"So yeah, that date sucked. Never saw Crystal again."
Never mind that the date didn't start with her. It was still a bad date.