At one point, I basically shoved it into his mouth to get it over with, and he immediately knocked it out of my hand.
• The seemingly bohemian alt industrial-music dj was still enough of a “nice jewish girl” that she insisted our first meeting be a dinner with her mother at an Italian chain restaurant in the Valley.
• I am pretty good at not going out on dates unless I am fairly certain that I have picked someone I am at least a little compatible with, but at one point, I ended up going out with a girl to a cafe, where she had secretly invited her friends, who, it turns out, were mostly just AA buddies, and the next thing I knew, I was at an AA meeting.
He told our partners that they had to lick off all the peanut butter in order to win.
Since I hated the guy so much for lying about himself and getting me into this situation, I was maybe (a lot) rougher with the cucumber than I should have been.
Everything was closed, so I had to wait with him outside in the freezing cold until the next one at 5 a.m., because I DID NOT want to go back to my apartment with him.
