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Special thanks to Stephanie K. from Irvine, CA for this frog tale!

My first date with Mr. C was a lunch date. It was fun and he wore nice jeans, an army green shirt and a nice pair of shoes. He was a little bit quiet, but we laughed and he asked to take me out again.

Saturday night rolled around, and I was actually ready on time. The doorbell rang, and I couldn't believe what I saw - Mr. C was wearing tapered jeans. Yes, TAPERED jeans! Nice shirt, nice shoes but tapered jeans. Where do men buy tapered jeans nowadays, and why do I attract those kinds of men? I let him in and grabbed my purse.

He then proceeded to ask, “Would you mind driving? I want to have a couple drinks tonight.” Did he just ask me to drive so that he could get drunk? I hesitantly agreed but grabbed my keys, and we were out the door. He decided that we were going to go to a chain Asian restaurant. We got there and put his name in for the hour and a half wait. The bar was too crowded so we sat down. I was tired from being out all day and wasn’t as talkative as usual. He was naturally quiet so there were some awkward moments.

An hour into the wait, Mr. C wanted a beer. As he went to the bar, I wondered if I should call a friend to save me but decided to give him a chance. An hour and a half later, after seeing his white sock (which made the tapered jeans even worse) and some pretty boring conversation, he proceeded to ask me if I was okay and if anything was wrong. I said I was fine and apologized for being so quiet. He asked me the same question a second time. Again, I said I was fine. He then proceeded to say that he was good at reading people and that he thought that I wasn’t interested. He was right though I didn’t say that out loud. I said, “Do you still want to have dinner?” He then said, “No, not really. I’m sorry.”

I was completely shocked. I handed him the restaurant's pager and told him to take his name off the waiting list, and I would drive him to his car. He said, “It’s okay. You go, and I’ll walk back to your house.” Are you kidding me?! He took the pager up, and I walked out the door. My first call was to my friend, and as I started to drive home (which was really across the street), I spotted Mr. C walking back to his car. I went a different route and waited for him to leave. Later that evening, I met up with my friend for dinner, where we spent the evening laughing about my unbelievable experience.

Lesson learned - never date men who wear tapered jeans!

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