When I was in the Marine Corps.,I met this guy, Thought he was cute. I asked him out and away we go.
I asked what he had planned for us and he said "You'll see".
Now, I had worked with this guy for about 6 or 7 months on various military projects, so, I just kind of went along with him, HOPING, I could bend him over later. LOL
Well, as we are barreling along the highway, we are talking and he asks if I have ever heard of Judy Garland? Like a dumbass, I said "Yes", so, he puts a CD in and begins to sing standards to me while he drives, louder than Judy ever sang them. Right to me, in my ear.
You have not lived until you have heard "The man that got away" and "Cry me a river" sung by a six foot Marine.
By the grace of God, we finally pull up to a house. We go in, we join a cook out already in progress. There are about 3 other guys there (not ONE of them was very attractive) and about 4 lesbians.
Turns out the meat was all deer meat from a lesbian hunting trip, Yes, I was eating Bambi that had been cleaned and slaughtered by a very butch chick that looked like my Major.
Then, when everyone was full and happy, they pull a BONG out and begin to pass it around. The guys shirts and shoes start coming off and I'm thinking, well, at least I'll get some sex.
The lesbians all head upstairs to do their thing.
Then, the crying starts, the more the bong went around, the more they talked about their evil ex-boyfriends.
Some sort of weird, group therapy???????
The guys are crying, the lesbians come downstairs crying, Thank God I found a blueberry cheescake in the fridge or I would have called the whole day a loss.
Man, that cheesecake was good. UUUUMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Then, everyone had a group hug and I never saw those people again.
When we got back to the base, he said, see you next weekend.
I never spoke to him again.