He had found me on Facebook and added me as a friend. We had a plethora of friends in common, so I reluctantly accepted. His pictures were mediocre, but his messages were refreshingly sweet. Ergo, when he asked me out I readily accepted. Despite the fact that he looked eerily similar to Vanilla Ice, I remained hopeful that he'd be "different" from the last 4 dates I had gone on this week. When I opened the door, I was almost sure I heard the lyrics ♫ ♪ "Ice Ice Baby!" ♪ ♫ instantaneously come on in the background. But still, I remained hopeful. And when he pulled out the fake plastic pink, yellow and red flowers from behind his back, I continued to have faith. But when we got into his car and I realized that there was a court-ordered breathalyzer machine that required him to blow into and then wait for 10 minutes while it read his alcohol level before it would start because of not one, not two, but three D.U.I.'s....all remaining optimism blew right out the window.
If your date needs a breathalyzer to start his car...UNDATABLE!
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