Bad Dates. 

It’s Saturday night, and Netflix and chill is in full effect. I’ve already been out this evening, once. By far the shortest date I’ve been on, thus far. Because 40 minutes after it started, I was standing in Target browsing shoes. By myself. After I paid half of the date. And, he took home the leftover appetizer we shared. Also, I ate more than him. He picked at his food and plate, and I asked him if he was going to have some more, before helping myself to some more chicken.
There were “red flags, too. I don’t know you well enough to tell you all of them, but I should have known better. Glad I got that out of my system.

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