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The Crazy Ketchup Girl
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| Date Reviews 2 Guys on Girls | |
| Written by Mr Vintage Wine | |
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Having chatted to this lady for a while through an online dating company we decided to meet up for a drink. After a few drinks things seemed to be going well so I suggested dinner. Despite being near some lovely restaurants she insisted on going to a local fish n chips cafe. I ordered a bottle of their only wine and hoped for the best thinking 'well at least it's nice and relaxed'. The fish and chips arrived. I added salt, vinegar and ketchup and was about to start eating when I saw her expression - one of total disgust. After thinking back over what I said, concluding I had done nothing offensive, I asked what was wrong... 'You've put ketchup on your food... I hate ketchup... I am so offended... I was going to kiss you but now there is no way I can as you'll taste of ketchup' WTF?! I was shocked and speechless and decided there was only one way out of this. If I had food in my mouth it would be impolite to talk. So I started putting food in mouth and didn't stop until my plate was clean, threw some money done and did a runner from that crazy ketchup hating girl. To make matters worse I had the worst indigestion on the way home from eating all those fish and chips so quickly. Who knew ketchup could be so offensive?! |
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