This question is based on my experience this weekend:
What was your Worst First Date Ever?
What started out as a pleasant dinner with a nice guy turned into a flashback to my graduate seminar in playwriting and dramaturgy, including a page-by-page critique of one of my plays. Suffice it to say it wasn't a romantic evening.
It wasn't my worst first date -- that's reserved for the guy who showed up on a motorcycle with his sister -- but it's in the top ten.
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