BBTW: The saga of T

My entire family is down for a collective quiet time, and since it WON'T POSSIBLY LAST, I'm taking a quick second to tell you my funniest, worst dating story.

I was with my ex for nearly three years, and we broke up in July of 2002. C and I starting dating in December 2002, and we've been together ever since. I only had a small window of time to have bad dates before falling in love with the man who would be my forever. Thankfully, it appears I used it to my fullest.

This was still in the time where "meeting online" consisted of meeting in chat rooms instead of deliberate online dating. I met T in some chat room - don't even ask me where - but we went to the same college and I agreed to meet him.

The first thing I noticed about T was that he seemed a bit young. After discussion I supposed he was about a year younger than me which wasn't terrible, and he was really sweet. I met him at his house, which turned out to be his parent's house. He drove a Miata which I teased him about (that will always be a chick car to me) and we hung out at his house.

So he had originally told me his name was Taylor, but after hanging out at his PARENT'S house for awhile I saw all these kid's drawings that said "Travis". Who is that? Your brother? Nope. T had decided when he got to college to change his name. I couldn't possibly call him Taylor after that, so "T" he became.

We decided to head over to my house where I lived with some roommates to watch movies and hang out. I drove home in my car and T followed (in his Miata). We watched chick flicks on my bed while it rained through the night. When he decided to "put the moves" on me, he LICKED MY CHEEK. Not a little lick, either. A long lick all the way from chin to temple. Like a cat.

There was nothing I could do at that point to salvage this date. I may (did) laugh in his face. I walked him to his car where it turned out he had left the top down (on his MIATA) through the torrential rains and left his leather jacket on the back seat. Poor kid.

So that's my story. And while it barely eked out on the "worst dating stories", that is only because it was the longest date. Someday, remind me and I'll tell you about the Third Reich buff who liked me because I liked a German radio station and went dutch at Steak and Shake, and the time I broke up with a boy accidentally because he was seriously ill (in my defense, if someone doesn't call how are you supposed to know he's sick?)

Till then.


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