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Tiger, Tiger
This guy I dated in college spent a lot of time getting up the nerve to ask me a question. I spent a lot of time in anticipation of said question. I pondered over whether or not I'd marry him while he sat there looking nervously at the floor. Finally, he manage to get up the courage to ask me. His request? That I call him "Tiger." Actually, I did bring myself to call him that once or twice. He was really cute, y'all.
Like A Shiny Hood Ornament
I was at a friend's house, flipping through their yearbook. I mentioned that I thought a certain guy was hot, so they decided to set up a group blind date for me. The blind date went well, only I was more into the guy's friend than him. I went out on a few more dates with yearbook boy. It was on the 3rd date that he drove to a parking lot full of car enthusiasts and asked me to stand by the car and look pretty. It was like something out of The Fast and The Furious. It was after the 6th date at the faux racetrack that I dumped him for his cute friend.
Not Those Kind Of Fireworks
A guy at work asked me to go to the fireworks display with him. I did not think this was a date. He took me to dinner first and then kissed me. And I let him because he was cute and I was feeling needy. This should have been my first warning sign, because my typical MO was to make boys wait a whole month before I let them kiss me. It was when we hopped in the back of the truck to watch the fireworks that I noticed he had a mattress in the truck bed. It was after I raised my eyebrows at the mattress that he told me his intentions. Apparently he missed the memo that I did not put out. And if I was going to put out, it would not be in the back of a truck in the middle of the Fourth of July picnic. You're welcome, dad.
The Date That Wasn't
This guy I really liked called and asked me out to dinner. He picked me up. He took me to a restaurant. We ordered. He told me that he knew I liked him but he didn't have any romantic interest in me. I went home and cried for two days. Because that guy was Jeff, the man that came to his senses four years later and married me.
