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Don't Shoot Your Dog With That BB Gun
by Molly A. (26, F, Kansas City, MO)

"I met a guy at work who seemed very nice. He was extremely polite and a very good tipper (which means a lot working in a bar, of course). We had similar interests, similar styles, etc. One evening I went over to his house to have a couple of beers. At first, all was good. We had the normal first date conversations, and seemed to have enough in common to get along.

Apparently, I have a higher alcohol tolerance than he, because a few drinks in, he started flip-flopping conversation topics between his rage issues, all the fights he's been in, WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO KISS ME, and back to his rage issues.

I went to use his restroom, and it looked and smelled like the kind of hell-hole reserved for 19-year-old guys sharing one bathroom with four other dudes. But he's in his early 30's and lives alone.

When I came out of the germ-infested pit after choosing to use my skirt in lieu of the petri dish he called a towel, he was berating his adorable and sweet dog for being ugly and stupid. He then pulled out a beebee gun and aimed it at the dog while pretending to burn it with cigarettes- all while yelling at me that he would never actually do that and I had no sense of humor.

That is the first date that has ended with me, white trash style, yelling at a guy in his lawn. In this case it was to put down the beebee gun and stop terrorizing the dog."