Then, for the date, he showed up in a knit shirt. The tight one. The one that showed off the fact that he had positively enormous breasts.
“Huge ones! Huge!" was Dib’s comment.
Dib, as it turns out, did not even get the full treatment that I did. On my date, the guy also brought a couple of his friends along—the brofriends. The brofriends were presumably there in order to conduct a Cheech-and-Chong-like discussion…of me. In front of me. As if I weren’t there. They said things like, “Dude! This one’s okay, but what about that last one? That Shauna? Dude! She was hot. But this one’s okay….”
This from a man with breasts that were bigger than mine. And the two men who were on his date with him.
Do you have any memorable first date stories?