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Bad dating expieriences

He stared at it, and then jumped up and said, 'Whoa!' I looked over — and realized it was one of my used pads!

When voting closes, the top 3 vote-getters will get…I believe that all of the choices we make change us in ways both big and small. We won’t ever need to consider the “what if” of having made another choice.Most of our choices are small and fairly meaningless. Other choices are hugely important and may have an enormous impact on our lives.After that, the guy never asked to go anywhere with me again. ""Last year, when I had just started my first period, the boy I liked asked me out.I suggested that he and a friend come over to my house to watch movies.And we get in Bill’s pickup waving goodbye to my drunken cousins and promising not to be out too late. We’re driving up the steep, winding gravel road that leads from their property to the paved mountain road above, when he immediately goes from sober, calm, and collected to, apparently, wasted. I had maybe one or two drinks at my cousin’s place, but before I turned 21 I never drove after drinking even one drink. Someone separated them, and I grabbed him by the arm.

I say this only because he rolls down the windows, floors it, let’s out a “WOOOO HOOOOO” and starts fishtailing his way up the gravel driveway. What I expected to be a quick drive down a gravel driveway has become a 20 minute drive into a remote forested group of houses you would never know existed from the road. I grab my phone to text my sister and her boyfriend, and realize I have no service. I’m determined that by the time we leave this party I will be stone cold sober, and I will drive us home. He’s starting to sway, and in the middle of a conversation with someone, the half-full can slips from his hand, hitting his foot and sending beer everywhere. I look around and realize I’m conspicuously overdressed for this party. It’s an interesting mix of all ages, from late high school to late middle aged. “Come on, we’re leaving.”We finally make it to the truck, I got myself situated and told Bill to give me directions to get us out of there. We turned the truck around and started heading back toward the main road.

I went there one year to celebrate New Years Eve, and happened to be single at the time.

My cousins were all older than me and married, and threw a small gathering at their house. Give me your keys.”“If you think I’m going to let a woman drive my truck.”“It doesn’t matter that I’m a woman.

They thought it might be fun for me to get out with some people my own age, so they set me up with a guy who worked for my cousin, Tim. Maybe drunk, and asleep and not much help if I needed him. What matters is that you’re wasted, and I’m sober.”“You’re not driving my truck.

We’ll call him “Bill,” which is not his real name, but I’d like to protect the privacy of the guilty parties involved. This option sounded unpleasant at best and dangerous at worst. I’m never letting a woman drive my truck.”This is where my cousin Tim being his boss came in very handy.“Okay, then.

No matter how hard we try to be good, or smart, or rational, we’re going to do stuff we regret later.