This happened a long, long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
In my younger, less enlightened days, my standards for a mate were-lets just say different. My friends set me up with this guy who was new to town. He was a really big deal because he had a nice ride and money. He was realively young and had his own business. Anyway, I meet him and instantly I know he and I will not work (there is a saying that says that a woman knows if she is going to sleep with you in the first 10 seconds of meeting you- this is very true). We had no chemisty and he love to talk. I could take a nap and wake up and he would still be talking. Talking about utter nonsense. AN-TY-HOW I knew it was time to end the party when I tuned back into the conversation to hear him saying "when I was my uncle in another life, I remember going to XYZ. Yeah, my momma told me that I used to be my uncle. She could tell by my eyes." I was like
Is this dude on crack? Some secrets you keep until the wedding night. Belief in psycho-foolishness can be one of those secrets.
I havent been on a blind date since.
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