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It took just three minutes for me to realize the next three hours were going to be extremely painful.
Only 180 seconds after saying hello, he started telling me how his classic “theventy-theven” car broke down on his way to the date.
Theventy-theven? Oh! Seventy-Seven! Oh, crap.
That’s right, ladies and gents: My date had a lisp. A bad one. And it was not long after that that I realized I was on a date with a grown-up version of Paul Smart, the geekiest kid in my fifth grade class. Touche, karma; ya got me. Continue reading