A Date of Woe and Intrigue (but mostly of “get me the hell outta here”)
― When a dude uses the word “communique” within the first 5 minutes of meeting a prospective partner, you know it’s all downhill from there. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for big words! I love big, multi-syllabic words. Dems be ma homies. But to be talking along, in a manner in which a drunkard could easily understand you, and then whip out “communique”, screams douche to me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I went on a date last night. No, he is most [...].
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