Turns out there were rumors about me and the young girl hooking and my date was livid. So the big happens and he lights the guy's shirt on fire. It was a really wtf moment for me but I said yes, thinking she was kidding. Get inside and understand why she was so quick to step out. Later that week, we made plans to hang out again. On the way, he puts on simple plan, and uses his phone as a microphone and sings at the top of his lungs, right by my head.
She called her dad and he said to put them in the trash because he was drunk and couldn't drive.
Needless to say, this was not a great night for either of us. He then informed me that "I shouldn't have worn heels for him" because I was walking "like a dog that someone had put socks on. She broke down in tears. Suddenly a spotlight shines on me, and one of the comedians begins demanding that I get on stage or the whole platoon is going to die. Being on a date is a lot like being centerstage of an improv scene. He was missing about 7 or 8 teeth. Or if it's food Me: