As we’re driving I notice his GPS is speaking in Hebrew and he swears it’s like that all of the time but I’m wondering if it really is or if he’s just trying to impress me. I already think you’re smart, so you don’t have to keep trying to prove yourself to me. But if you really do listen to your GPS in Hebrew all of the time, I'm even more impressed.
Then I ask him “so who did you steal the car from?”
He says, “I’ll tell you, but we need some confidentiality. You need to promise this isn’t going in your blog.”
I promise him that I won’t put it in my blog unless it’s really funny.
“It’s not funny,” he tells me. “It’s my mom’s car.”
Really? You don’t think that’s funny? I’m sorry, but that’s hilarious, so here it is, in my blog. (Plus, again, very little chance of a second date, so really, what's the harm in telling the world?)
“That’s cute.” I respond.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yeah. I feel like I’m in high school. Are you going to take me to the mall for ice cream afterwards?” I ask because I’m a douche that likes to ruin perfectly nice dates with great guys.
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