Gumming the Steak
I met this girl on the Internet. She seemed really nice--a little too shy, maybe, and pretty self-conscious. We hung out at my house a couple of times, and she told me that somehow she had lost her teeth, and had had to have new ones made. Well, I tried not to be too shallow; if she hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known. So I agreed to go out with her on a real date. Well, I picked her up, and we decided to go out and have steak. Everything was going fine until I looked up and saw that she had taken her teeth out. I was so embarrassed. Here it looked like I was dating a 70-year-old woman with no teeth! Then she proceeded to try to hold my hand and tell me how nice I looked. I just wanted to crawl under the table and hide. I had lost my appetite and was praying that she would put them back in quickly. Finally, after she was completely through eating, she put them back in and we left. We were supposed to go out to dinner the next day, but I canceled because I was "sick." Now I keep getting phone calls from her, but I don't think I could ever sit down in front of her for a meal again.
— Shane, 33