It's settled, any involvement with The Olive Garden will ruin relationships, or the the possibility of one "blossoming"...Originally Posted by Shorty
First date "ever"- Kindergarten, made plans with my "crush" to get our parents to "back to school night" (or one of those occassions) at the same time. We were walking together, our mothers behind us, when I overheard her mother say that they were moving far away and that she would be changing schools. First date=first (only...?) heartbreak.
First date with my 1'st ()- I was shy and not very confident, she had grabbed my butt in class (HS) and got my number. She hounded me for months, I finally "caved" (she was hot, wtf was wrong with me). It was the 4'th of July. We climbed up on her roof to watch the fireworks. We kissed. I soon discovered that she was a total nympho. Turned my world upside down.
First date with my wife- my brother was taking out a girl from HS. She told him that she had a friend that was looking for a nice guy. Since my brother didn't know any (jk), he called me. I asked if he knew what she looked like. He hadn't seen her, so I suggested we go to pick them up in his truck (only 3 seat belts). That way, if she wasn't cute, I could say "sorry, no room" (ass, I know). She sat on my lap and we picked up my car. Went to a crappy pool hall with friends after goofing off at my parents for a bit. Love of my life, my best friend, mother of my 3 children, the reason I was put on this earth.
Almost forgot... Olive Garden. So, after the HS nympho, I dated a girl for several years. After breaking up with her (partially for "wtf, I'm too young for this", and partially for another hot girl), we went to the Olive Garden to talk things out. Didn't hear from her again for years.
A girl that I was "f buddies" with had met a guy at the mall, found out where he worked, and wanted a chance to meet with him again. It was the very same Olive Garden. She asked if I would go to dinner with her there (weird way to meet a guy, right). After we ate n drank, she went to the restroom. He was our waiter, when he came with the bill I told him she was interested, paid, then waited in the car for an hour. They were married, had a kid, and a nasty divorce.
Apparently, if you don't like someone, or just want them out of your life, take them to TOG. Done (sooner or later).
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