Hot, but not Sane
My disaster was my friend’s sister. She had been away at college and when she came home, I met her for the first time. She was hot and I asked her out almost right away. I took her to a nice restaurant and she ordered a lobster. When it came, she looked at it and began to cry; really cry. I tried to ask her what was wrong, but she was too hysterical. We ended up leaving without eating and she finally calmed down in the car. She told me the lobster was “looking at her” and mentally told her she had murdered it. Hot does not mean sane.
-- Rob, 22