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Beware the Buffalo Wings by Daisy S. (18, F, Killeen, TX) "Oh man, I remember my very first real date. I was 18 or so, and this guy decides to take me to Chili's. The waitress comes by to get our order, and being all chicky I order the Asian lettuce wrap thing. He orders the hot wings. The waitress asks what kind of dressing, ranch or bleu cheese? He decides to be a tough guy, and says "Just bring more of the buffalo sauce." So our food comes and I'm munching all delicately on this salad shit, and he is chowing the fuck down on these wings, right? I look up, and his eyes are watering. His face is bright red. Snot is pouring from his nose. I'm ...awkward, and trying not to laugh. The waitress comes back and drops a stack of napkins and asks if he wants more to drink since he downed his water and soda already. No, he's good. he doesn't need anything to drink. By the time we left, dude's eyes were watering so hard it looked like he was crying, and his nose was just...ugh, it was just running everywhere. Then he tried to kiss me. No dice."
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