Three Strikes

I dated George in high school, way back. We both moved on with our lives, got married, had kids. I moved back to my hometown recently and ran into him. Turns out, we are both now divorced. He asked me out to dinner and I accepted. I remembered him as a very sweet man with great manners. He no longer fits that description! First, "dinner" was at a fast food restaurant where he ordered his own and paid for it, then told me to order and pay for my own. Strike one. Next, he ate like he had never had food before, stuffing it into his mouth until half was falling out. Strike two. Lastly, he tried to kiss me with the food still in his mouth, half chewed. Definitely strike three!

— Lilly, 51

Love Library: Featured Articles