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The Brown Rust Bucket

I didn't really want to kiss him, yet hugging seemed kinda weird, so I gave him a handshake.
Not only is this story embarassing to him but also to myself. Word of advice my fellow readers, don't exchange a handshake on a date without thinking about what you want to say first.

My first date started out from our apartments on the University of Minnesota Duluth campus in the heard of winter. As we were walking out, he offered to drive his Jaguar. I obviously accepted, I mean what kind of girl would deny that offer.

As we were walking out, we kept walking towards this poop brown 1992 rusted out Ford Taurus. I kept looking around for this shiny Jag but there wasn't one to be found. He walked right up to this rusted out taurus and said "How do you like my Jag?"

Instead of saying "Are you kidding" (which is what I thought,) I said "A car is car, it gets you around and thats all that counts."

He proceeds to tell me up front that when his heat kicks in to ignore the hideous smell that comes from his vents. I was thinking to myself "Great, I am going to die of gas inhalation and never see my friends again."

Finally, we get about three blocks from campus and he says "Could you hand me my wrench from the glove box?"

All his knobs on the dash board didn't work, so the only way for him to turn up the heat was to pop the know off, use a wrench, pop the knob back on, and put the wrench in the glove box.

At this point, I wanted to laugh and run at the same time. On top of the rust, the smell, and now the wrench this night couldn't get funnier.

After our movie, (we saw American Pie - great first date movie)we drove back to campus. What do you do when that awkward moment comes up to say goodbye? I didn't really want to kiss him, yet hugging seemed kinda weird, so I gave him a handshake.

Not a regular handshake folks but one where you grab their hand and quickly pull it back.. more like a ghetto one. While I did this I said "Thanks for the movie..... (pause).. Dude!" Of all words, "DUDE!" comes out of my mouth. I turned bright red. My roommate and I must of stayed up for hours that night just laughing out hearts out.

Well, he asked my out again and we have been dating for the last 3.5 years.

- University of Minnesota--Twin Cities



Editors Note:
Looking for lasting love? Seems like bad dates lead to good things.

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