Mexican food and mayhem
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| Wed, 02-01-2006 - 2:42pm |
Hello all,
After a rash of dates that were uneventful and where no chemistry was evident; here's my latest experience for the files. The date was last Saturday at a great Tex-Mex restaurant called Chuy's here in Austin. Such a shame the weather was so nice outside and the atmosphere inside was so turbulent.....
ACT I (Meeting): A tall woman named Stacy (6'0" tall, blonde hair, green eyes, slender build) wrote me a nice e-mail on match two weeks ago. Nothing out of the ordinary so I e-mailed her back and after a few more e-mails we moved to the phones. I spent a relatively short time conversing and we set up the date for last Saturday afternoon. The calls seemed normal in all respects.
ACT II (The initial meet): We met in the waiting area and I noticed she was nicely dressed except for the jeans with holes in them. We went to the bar and ordered drinks. I noticed she seemed uneasy and was having problems keeping her speech straight. Perhaps she had a few drinks before we met? Our conversation was uneven and she looked like she was intoxicated. Could this be? Here's some memorable tidbits from our conversation:
Stacy: I'm hungry... I want my food now.
John: Perhaps we ought to wait until we are seated?
Stacy: You really ought to reword your profile and just say your divorced. Not divorced twice.
John: I like to mention I've been divorced twice. I prefer being upfront and honest.
Stacy: Are your eyes dilated?
John: No. And if you will notice they are not bloodshot. :-)
The beeper rings and it's time to be seated and eat!!!! :-)
After we are seated she begins playing with the overhead light by swinging it back and forth.
ACT III (The Meal):
John: Are you enjoying yourself?
Stacy: I hate this lamp. It sux. I want my food now.
John: Well, I'll call our waiter and see if we can speed things up.
After ordering our meal it finally arrives in 30 minutes:
Stacy: This burrito sux. And the chips and salsa are terrible.
John: That's not all that's bad.
Stacy: Our waiter looks like a shim.
John: What's that?
Stacy: A she and a him.
Stacy: I really hate this lamp.
After eating quickly it's finally time to leave. :-) !!!!
ACT IV (The exit):
We get up to leave the table and she asks me what I'm going to be doing that evening.
John: I'm going to be my myself. And I'm going to enjoy it very much.
Stacy: I'm going to a testicle festival.
John: ? No response.
On the way out she walks over to a lone diner; takes some chips out of her basket and dips them into the ladies salsa and eats them. She can barely walk when I lead her to her auto.
John: Perhaps I can call you a cab?
Stacy: Why would I need a car. We just had mexican?
John: Thanks so much for the date. Have a great life....
TT
PS: I'm going to go back with my ex. It's alot easier.....

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LOL. Oh, that was a good story.
Sorry you had to be playing a part in it, though. Man, where do these people come from??
AJ, enjoying life with C.
LOL
Like Stacey (um, I'm referring to CGUN, not your wackjob date), I assumed the title of this thread referred to gastro-intestinal distress. I guess that's the only thing that would've made this date worse, huh?
I love reading about your dates, TT. Mine are so boring in comparison :)
(By the way, the woman whose tortilla chips were stolen by Wackjob should've punched her. Or at least thrown salsa at her.)
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