So I was headed to a superbowl party hosted by a group of fraternity brothers. A few days before the party, I got a call from a guy (let’s call him Lew Zer) that I had been out with a couple of months prior and he informed me that he’d also be at the superbowl party. Nothing happened between the two of us besides dinner because. Lew Zer blew me off for our second date and I stopped calling him after that. Because I overslept, I arrived to the superbowl party right before half-time and once I got into the house, it was absolutely packed with people. I made my…
Bad Dates Happen Here
