Dating, Topics

The Worst Date Ever

Alec is a very nice young man. He’s a Junior in High School and is about to go on a Valentines Day dinner date with his girlfriend, Susie.  Alec had just asked her to dinner the previous day and she couldn’t contain her excitement about the prospect of a romantic night out. So that night he got ready as fast as he possibly could, and got ready to pick Susie up around 4pm. As he drove to her house, he imagined the fun the two would have at dinner. When Alec arrived, he escorted her to the car, and the two briefly shared hugs and got in the car. As they pulled out of the driveway, Alec exclaimed about how “pumped” he was to get to dinner and order the biggest steak on the menu. Susie giggled as she imagined the struggle Alec was bound to have with the steak he’d order, as he usually did with steaks. He always ordered well done, making it impossible to chew easily. The two enjoyed small talk until Susie noticed a small object in the middle of the road up ahead. She stared at it up until she realized it was a small bunny rabbit.

“Alec, watch out for the bunny, don’t hit it,” Susie exclaimed, but by then it was too late.

A small thud later and Susie let out a small squeal. Alec slowed the car and pulled over to the side of the road.

“Is everything ok sweetie,” he asked, trying to sound comforting, but checking his watch at the same time, eager to get to dinner on time.

“No, not really,” Susie said sadly, “That poor rabbit just died… Can we go bury it?”

“What!?” Alec gasped, not believing what he just heard.

“It’s the least we could do, since you ran it over,” Susie said as she slowly glared at Alec.

Alec: “You can’t be serious.”

Susie: “Oh, I’m dead serious.”

Alec sat there in the seat stunned at what was happening. He quickly told Susie that he didn’t have anything to move the rabbit with or anything to bury it with either. Susie then retorted that they could just use sticks and gave him puppy eyes and a few tears until he finally gave in and hopped out of the car. Susie followed close behind as the two approached the mangled roadkill, now covered in flies. Susie covered her eyes and Alec,  while dressed in khakis with a button down and tie, grabbed a stick and dug a makeshift “grave” for the rabbit. He then rolled the remains off the road and into the small divot in the ground, all the while Susie, who was still covering her eyes, sobbed hysterically.

Alec: “Okay, it’s buried. Let’s go to dinner.

Susie: “(through tears) Can’t we have a funeral for it first? Please?”

Alec, getting extremely impatient at this point, argued his point about their lateness to dinner, but Susie wouldn’t budge until the bunny could rest in peace(s). So Alec with no sympathy, gave a quick speech about, “how the bunny never got a chance for potential greatness,” and Susie chimed in with words along the lines of, “I will always remember the kindness of your little bunny heart.” It was a little strange. Finally done with the bunny mess, the two got back in the car and started driving away. Susie then said, “Alec, take me home.”

Alec: “What? Why!??!”

Susie: “Because, I can’t go to dinner with you. You’re a bunny killer. I can’t date someone who just runs over bunny rabbits like there’s no tomorrow.”

Alec: “You can’t be serious.”

She was. After all of that mess, Alec drove her back home and dropped her off at her house. The whole ride back was spent by Susie mumbling under her breath about how, “Alec had no regard for other life forms.” After she got inside and out of view, Alec, so flustered and scatterbrained about what had just happened, called his friend Randy, and asked if he was busy. He wasn’t. The two friends then met up at the fancy restaurant that Susie was supposed to accompany Alec to, and ate two heaping plates of steak. The two shared a laugh about the nights events and enjoyed a nice dinner. All the while, Alec still scatterbrained about the rabbit, decided to forget about Susie and the craziness surrounding her love for rabbits. It was a night both to forget and remember.

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s