- Aug 20, 2005
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One of my favorite bad-date experiences was back in college. I took this girl to a place in Pismo Beach that has awesome clam chowder. She was from somewhere in the central US and had not heard of clam chowder before.
Well, she took the first bite with a clam in it and gagged. She asked what a clam was (she was hot, but not the brightest crayon in the box) and i pointed to a painting of one on the wall - she promptly threw up.
After I figured out that she was too dumb to figure out that a seafood place 100yards from the ocean is going to use seafood in their meals, i could not stop laughing.
That was the end of that relationship - apparently i 'tricked' her into eating nasty sea-food.
:laugh:
Well, she took the first bite with a clam in it and gagged. She asked what a clam was (she was hot, but not the brightest crayon in the box) and i pointed to a painting of one on the wall - she promptly threw up.
After I figured out that she was too dumb to figure out that a seafood place 100yards from the ocean is going to use seafood in their meals, i could not stop laughing.
That was the end of that relationship - apparently i 'tricked' her into eating nasty sea-food.
:laugh:
