Every work has it – the water-cooler. The place where everyone gossips. At my job, I think it all tends to happen around my desk (mostly, cause I’m the token gay and the women love me). Most every morning, a series of co-workers will stop by to share their stories of the previous night. Mostly, it’s a one-sided conversation. Let’s face it – I’m a slut. I always have a story. After months of on-going jokes about some of my bad dates and even the sporadic good ones, I decided to start a catalog of my experiences. So, here they are. I hope they’re amusing. I hope more that through the course of reading, you don’t find one about you. That’d be awkward.
I want this blog to be anonymous, but I’m sure it’s gonna come out at some point and then I’ll never be able to get a date again. Oh well, some of these stories are too funny not to be shared. Hope you enjoy. More so, I hope you’ll share of our your bad experiences.
