I walked into a video store looking for a copy of City of Lost Children. As I would find out later, the movie was stolen. I was so frustrated that it was gone I walked up to the employee and asked what had happened to it. When he relayed the fact it had been stolen, I sighed. He then offered to run to his apartment and pick up HIS copy of the movie for me to watch, but there was a catch. I had to give him my phone number and go out for a beer with him. I agreed because it couldn't have possibly been as bad as the last date I had been on where the guy ate all my French Fries.
That was the last date I ever went on, it was with my husband.
That was the last date I ever went on, it was with my husband.