When Good Dates Go Bad/When a Date Isn’t Worth Missing Sex and the City
So finally I go on a date, have a great time, and make plans for another date halfway through this one. What could be wrong, you ask? After walking me to my door, HurryDate-Boy went in for a kiss–nothing out of the ordinary, I was cool with it. Then…he opened his mouth and boom, there was his tongue. Massive tongue. Everywhere tongue. Um, eww. It was the worst kiss I’ve ever experienced. In fact, I couldn’t stop laughing, because I thought it was a joke–at least until he asked me if I always burst out in laughter when someone kisses me. Why does stuff like this always happen to me?
