You know...what's his name.....

Ok..for you Grace, for you.


I've told this story too many times and people think that I am exaggerating. I'm not.


When I returned to NH from SC, I knew no one, so at that time there was no eH, Match, etc. There was a service called "Together". Fill out endless forms and get matched "perfectly"...uh-huh. I signed up and dropped $1200 to meet someone.


After a few, uneventful dates, I was matched up with "Glowing Woman". On the phoe she sounded like she had a cold-but it was October and I didn't suspect anything. We agreed to meet at her apartment and go to dinner from there.


OK...first the apartment: 8 cats, plus one stuffed and mounted ex-pet, plus her mother. I sat on the couch, sandwiched between the two women (ugh) and politely looked at 4 scrapbooks of their cats! The women were both under five feet tall and both more than five feet in width. Worst of all, my date spoke in a continuing wheeze (explained the "cold"). "I'm so (wheeeeze) glad to me(wheeze)et you!"


Yay.


We get to the restaurant and they turn down the lights...and she started to glow. A faint, greenish-yellowish glow. I asked her if she was OK and she said "Yes". As I tried to make conversation, I couldn't focus. I asked her where she wrked. She replied: "At Seabrook" (Seabrook is a Nuclear Power Plant in NH). ......O....K. I asked her where, and she stated "Near the reactor-but I don't wear those silly suits-they're itchy."


*I* suddenly caught a cold, apologized, drove her home and ran like Hell. As I was leaving she said (predictibly) "Call me!"


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To be fair, I have been labeled as the "Sexless Troll" by a particularly disgruntled date. So this is not one-sided. But JEEZ!