Date #2

We went for dinner yesterday.

After dinner I suggested ice cream.

There are two places across the street from each other - one is gelato, the other Dairy Queen. I chose Dairy Queen cuz I wanted a chocolate sundae.

Just as we were heading inside, he indicated he is lactose intolerant.

ME: We should go across the street then, its not a big deal to me.

HIM: No, no. It is only a slight intolerance. It just means I'll probably be farting a lot.

ME: Well, you shouldn't be uncomfortable. Lets go across the street.

HIM: No. Lets stay here. It'll probably be you that is more uncomfortable.

For crying out loud. That was far too much information for a second date.

He had options:

- he could have said nothing and opted for an ice tea. Or a mr. mistee
- he could have just left it at the "lactose intolerant" and taken me up on my offer to go across the street.


After finishing my sundae, he commented "I've never seen someone eat ice cream that fast".

Hmmm......