Didn’t Make The Cut
Restaurant | Romantic
| November 8, 2016
(When I was 22, I went through a really bad break up. My mother decides that I immediately need to get back into the dating game. She sets up a match.com account with my picture and sets me up on some blind dates. Her taste in men has always been pretty terrible, and I consider this moment the definitive proof of her bad taste.)
Date: “Do you have any tattoos?”
Me: “Yeah, I have one.”
Date: “That doesn’t work for me. I’m just going to have to cut off your skin there.”
(Needless to say, he didn’t get a second date, although he kept calling me and sending me XXX explicit text messages afterwards. I had to have one of my guy friends answer the phone and tell him he had a wrong number to get him to leave me alone.)
