Four But No More!
I went out a long time ago with a guy that I kind of liked. He was kind and paid a lot of attention to me. After a few dates, I really felt that he might be the one for me. Then, on the fourth date, disaster struck. He picked me up and took me directly to an old and dirty hotel parking lot. When I asked him why we were there, he informed me that he usually only gave girls two dates to sleep with him, but since he thought I was special, he had doubled it to four. However, this was number four, so he had rented a room for us for all of two hours. He really couldn't understand why I had him take me straight home. I never called him or answered his calls again!
— Andrea, 38