I was really excited about the date I was going to have with a really nice guy I had met at a party about a week before. It was our first date, but we knew each other really well, so I decided to cook for him. Considering I can't cook, that was a bad idea. I tried my best, but it turned out terribly. So, I thought, why not order out? I was sure he'd never notice the difference. The food came just before he arrived, and dinner was going wonderfully until he said he wasn't felling well. I ended up taking him to the hospital to get his stomach pumped; I think it might have been the mushrooms. Well, you can guess what happened: I never saw him again, and I have never ordered from that restaurant since.
— Cassie, 23