A fun date.

Once, my friend Kristin and I got a gym membership to this piece of crap gym in college because it was super cheap. And you got a free personal trainer session with your piece of crap membership. So the guy we got a session with was a boxer. He was sooooo nice that he gave Kristin and I EXTRA sessions for free! And asked us both out. But we were together so it was like, a double date except he was both of our dates. Which, in guy eyes, made himself feel super cool. Sadly, the only reason we said yes was because he had some... boxing related intelligence issues that made conversations hil-arious.

So, we say we'll drive and go pick him up. We go to his apartment to get him and he does the little tour thing which is lame because he's a college guy and he has no furniture and what he has sucks. But then, we get to his bedroom, and he has a couple of guns laying out on his bed. And, in explaining this story, this sounds a bit frightening. But, keeping in mind the boxing-to-the-head situation, here's his response: "Oh! Oh man! I FORGOT to put my guns away. I've got a gun collection. Nothing much or anything..." And here's what our look to each other says: "You are the lamest guy ever because CLEARLY you just made your bed before we came over and put those guns on there to look cool. Ri-DI-culous." And then we went out for a drink at a local crap bar that I don't like because it's too smoky. And THEN we took his gun collecting ass home and made lots of fun of him after we left.

The end.