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Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:20:00
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Article by:
Claire Bui
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Martin Miller, Junior
Over the summer, I was dating two girls, Elizabeth* and Jackie*, at once. I’d try to hide it from both of them by taking one out on Tuesday, and the other on Wednesday, for example. On one of these particular nights, I was having dinner with Elizabeth, when after some time, she suddenly asked me what was going on with my other girl.
Realizing that my scheme had been unveiled, I had no choice but to try to explain myself. Of course, there was not much I could say in my defense. I ended up feeling terrible and took my date home. The entire car ride was filled with awkward silence and reasonably enough, neither of the girls talked to me for the rest of the summer!
Samantha Lugar, Sophomore
I’d have to say that my worst date is one that never even happened. A few summers back, a friend and I had made plans to go see a movie with a couple of guys we liked.
The Skeleton Key was a mystery thriller, and while not exactly romantic, we figured I’d be a good opportunity to get closer to our crushes by having them there to comfort us during the scary scenes!
Once arriving at the theater we ending up waiting for a good half hour after realzing we had been stood up! Outraged, I immediately got on my cell phone and left a spiteful message on my guy’s voicemail. He called me back to exchange a few low blows of his own, only for us both to realize that we were at different theaters. My friend and I had gone to the Multiplex on Lee Highway, while he and his friend had gone to the one in Fairfax. Needless to say, I felt pretty dumb after that incident!
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