Saturday night I went out with this guy that I had met through a friend. He seemed like a perfectly normal guy the first time I met him.
So we go out to eat and I listen to him talk about himself for about 2 hours. By this time I am on my 4th beer, hoping to drink myself into a stupor so I don't have to listen to him anymore.
As I am sitting there trying to decide which eating implement will be best to shove into my ears to deafen myself forever, that's when it got really fun.
Oh, and did I mention that he was wearing great big hiking boots? Well, he was. Which would have been fine, except that I was wearing sandals, like a normal person does when it is 75 degrees out. Anyway, I don't know how he did it but somehow under the table he raked his boot across the top of my foot and tore OFF my big toenail. I mean TORE IT OFF.
So I of course scream, and look down to see blood pouring out of my foot at the (sleazy) restaurant we are at. I can not even tell you how bad this hurt, especially when I was trying to stop the bleeding with cheap paper (sleazy) restaurant napkins.
He is of course apologizing all over himself, and by this time I just want to GO HOME! So he takes me home and says that he is going to come in and help me bandage up my toe and I say no, I don't think so and he tries to kiss me. Are ya kidding me???? And then he makes some really bad joke about how we'll laugh about all this when we tell our kids in 10 years. AS IF!!!
So we go out to eat and I listen to him talk about himself for about 2 hours. By this time I am on my 4th beer, hoping to drink myself into a stupor so I don't have to listen to him anymore.
As I am sitting there trying to decide which eating implement will be best to shove into my ears to deafen myself forever, that's when it got really fun.
Oh, and did I mention that he was wearing great big hiking boots? Well, he was. Which would have been fine, except that I was wearing sandals, like a normal person does when it is 75 degrees out. Anyway, I don't know how he did it but somehow under the table he raked his boot across the top of my foot and tore OFF my big toenail. I mean TORE IT OFF.
So I of course scream, and look down to see blood pouring out of my foot at the (sleazy) restaurant we are at. I can not even tell you how bad this hurt, especially when I was trying to stop the bleeding with cheap paper (sleazy) restaurant napkins.
He is of course apologizing all over himself, and by this time I just want to GO HOME! So he takes me home and says that he is going to come in and help me bandage up my toe and I say no, I don't think so and he tries to kiss me. Are ya kidding me???? And then he makes some really bad joke about how we'll laugh about all this when we tell our kids in 10 years. AS IF!!!