Ch. 4 - Date 3
Dear Diary,
Tonight had been the worst date yet. I met Mike at an upscale bar near work. He seemed okay at first. I mean, he's your typical blond, all-american guy.
When the waitress came to take our order, that was when the crazy came out.
He said, "Mike Newton wants a Cosmo." I laughed thinking he was kidding, but he wasn't. When I asked if he always referred to himself as "Mike Newton", he said, "Yes, but you can call me Epic."
I almost fell off my stool laughing at this point. He gave me some good bitch brow that time. I sucked down my glass of wine and told him I was leaving. He said, "You sure? If we go back to my place, I can show you why I go by Epic." I started laughing again and told him, "Yeah, an Epic Fail." I threw a 20 down and practically ran to my car.
I really hope there was someone better out there. At least I'm getting a few good laughs out of this torment.
Sincerely,
Bella the Hysterical
