I had an OKC date Saturday afternoon with a gentleman I was 100% not interested in. And not only because he spent 10 minutes running me through the four “comforting” plot stages of heist movies.
As we were nearing the end of the required hour of together time, I requested he make sure my purse didn’t get stolen while I went to the bathroom, realizing after I left the table that I just left all my possessions with a stranger.
“That was a risky move,” I said when I returned. “You could have robbed me.”
“Well,” he said, “you know what they say about theft– it usually is by someone you know.”
“Actually, that’s what they say about rape,” I responded.
And that’s when our date came to a natural conclusion.