This is from Craiglist in Toronto and is a letter from a person who really wants a second date with that someone special. Here is the link in case you cannot see the screencap well enough. (Thanks Kristina)
I'm thinking that this is a joke letter. If this person had a date with this other person...all they would have to do would be call or txt them. I'm sure they have their number if they met up in the first place...or even email address.
I did this on the second date with my now husband...I had to get that out of the way. It really can be a big deal breaker. Now, however, I am very sorry..It's become an ugly two way street of dutch ovens.
My husband told me a infamous story of a girl he dated. They went hiking and turns out his date started not feeling very good in the middle of their hike. So they started back down, and she started trailing behind him. He noticed she kept "falling", he asked if she was alright, she said yes. After the 4th fall, she said she needed to wash her hands in the stream. Thats when he noticed the smell and saw what looked like mud on her shorts. He never asked, she never fessed up. But he did put a plastic bag down for her to sit on for the ride home.
LOL, Jen! Reminds me of the Friends episode when Jen Aniston was with her date at his parents house and they came home unexpectedly when she was wearing a nightie - she told the other friends that her boob fell out, but "that's okay, I've got good boobs..."
I saw one that was like "you farted at Trader joes and I asked you if it was you and I waved the french bread to get rid of the smell" hhhahahaha this shit cracks me up so hard
But if this were real, she should call him. If someone has in theory seen the worst and is still there, hang on to them! BUT they should make a pact to NEVER NEVER NEVER tell their friends or family or children the story, because that's mortifying.
A high school friend of mine went on a date with a Senior when we were either Freshman or Sophmores. She didn't have a ton of drinking experience, being only about 15, and when took her to the drive-in and brought out the homemade hard cider (this is in the 80's - before Ciderjack and Woodchuck and all that) she drank it all up.
Flash to about about 90 minutes later when he hauls her out of his car, passed out and shitty, and hosed her off in his backyard before dumping her back at home.
It's a legendary story in Williamsville, New York.
She needs to find this guy and marry him.
ReplyDeleteThat made me smile. It's cute.
ReplyDeleteIs it a she or a he who wrote the letter?
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking that this is a joke letter. If this person had a date with this other person...all they would have to do would be call or txt them. I'm sure they have their number if they met up in the first place...or even email address.
This is hilarious. And strangely endearing.
ReplyDeleteAgreed.
DeleteI think this is a joke letter too, but it is funny.
ReplyDeleteI hate when I sit at my desk and start laughing out loud. One of these days I'll be hauled away. This story - true or not - is funny.
ReplyDeleteThe best part is the P.S. Touché, indeed!
ReplyDeleteI did this on the second date with my now husband...I had to get that out of the way. It really can be a big deal breaker. Now, however, I am very sorry..It's become an ugly two way street of dutch ovens.
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@Sherry, she didn't fart...
ReplyDeleteYeah, she sharted!
ReplyDeleteI can't see it or the link - can someone paste the link in the comments if you can see it? thx!!
ReplyDeleteThis has been around for a while in different versions. Still funny.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.emandlo.com/2009/02/dating-on-craigslist-is-a-crap-shoot/
Yup, I remember reading this one years ago. Fake, but people always enjoy it!
Delete@ash Here's the hyperlink: To The Woman That Crapped in my Car
ReplyDeleteIf this were real, she should should marry him immediately.
ReplyDeleteThat's a very understanding date. So it's probably fake. What a shame.
ReplyDeleteI can't decide if I want to share this on FB or not lol
ReplyDeletePoopy fluffy!
ReplyDeleteLolololol "gambling"
ReplyDeleteMy husband told me a infamous story of a girl he dated. They went hiking and turns out his date started not feeling very good in the middle of their hike. So they started back down, and she started trailing behind him. He noticed she kept "falling", he asked if she was alright, she said yes. After the 4th fall, she said she needed to wash her hands in the stream. Thats when he noticed the smell and saw what looked like mud on her shorts. He never asked, she never fessed up. But he did put a plastic bag down for her to sit on for the ride home.
ReplyDeleteGO GET HIM GIRL!!!
ReplyDeleteThis shit is completely my wheelhouse. So far, I haven't lost a bet yet. But, I really have honed my craft.
ReplyDeleteMy boob fell out of my shirt once on a first date. He married me.
ReplyDeleteLOL, Jen! Reminds me of the Friends episode when Jen Aniston was with her date at his parents house and they came home unexpectedly when she was wearing a nightie - she told the other friends that her boob fell out, but "that's okay, I've got good boobs..."
DeleteQFS, Questionable Fart Syndrome. Everybody suffers from it but no one admits to it.
ReplyDeleteI saw one that was like "you farted at Trader joes and I asked you if it was you and I waved the french bread to get rid of the smell" hhhahahaha this shit cracks me up so hard
ReplyDeleteDeal breaker.
ReplyDeleteObviously I needed a higher resolution on this. Totally didn't get the shart part.
ReplyDeletePriceless....
ReplyDeleteUm, 95% success? That's a lot of poopsie-oopies.
ReplyDeleteBut if this were real, she should call him. If someone has in theory seen the worst and is still there, hang on to them! BUT they should make a pact to NEVER NEVER NEVER tell their friends or family or children the story, because that's mortifying.
lovely :D
ReplyDeleteyes, she needs to call him asap!!!
A high school friend of mine went on a date with a Senior when we were either Freshman or Sophmores. She didn't have a ton of drinking experience, being only about 15, and when took her to the drive-in and brought out the homemade hard cider (this is in the 80's - before Ciderjack and Woodchuck and all that) she drank it all up.
ReplyDeleteFlash to about about 90 minutes later when he hauls her out of his car, passed out and shitty, and hosed her off in his backyard before dumping her back at home.
It's a legendary story in Williamsville, New York.
I've had a few 'shartcidents' in my life, but never enough that anyone else would notice.
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