Oh, No He Didn't

Here's one for the record books. I was chatting with a beautiful, accomplished woman the other day and asked her to tell me her worst date story. At first she couldn't think of any, but then it came to her.

She had been set up on a date with an Atlanta Falcons football player, which went well. The new couple planned a second date-dinner at her house.

She cooked all day making an apple pie, collard greens, macaroni and cheese, and everything else that goes into a perfect Southern dinner. Just as she was finishing up, the doorbell rang.

She welcomed her football player in and started to take his coat when he asked, "Where's your bathroom?" Slightly taken aback, she motioned down the hall. He stopped mid-way there, turned around, and walked back over to her, she thought to give her a kiss, but instead it was to ask, "Do you have a magazine or any other reading material?"

The disgust on her face must have shown because he defended his request by saying, "What, it's natural." And with that, he retreated to his throne.

Time stood still until her date finally surfaced with yet another request, "Do you have a plunger?" There's more, but I think I'll stop here. There was not a third date.

The moral of the story is:

Guys, if nature calls while on your way to a date, stop by a McDonalds.

And ladies, always keep a plunger on hand.