Be very afraid of the Dragon

My sister was breathing down my neck about getting back into the dating field after my most recent break up. After weeks and weeks of ignoring it she told me she was setting me up with this guy that she works with. Apparently he was young, attractive, wealthy and had never been married or had children. Sounded exactly like the kind of guy I was looking to meet. I finally agreed to go on a blind date with this guy and my sister was so excited.

He called me a few days later to talk and set up a date for that following weekend. We exchanged a few emails to get to know each other and the closer the date got, the more excited I was. He seemed to be nice, genuine and he had a lot of things going for him.

When he showed up to get me I was pleased at how cute he was and how nice of a car he drove. As soon as he leaned in to kiss my cheek I was blown away by what I noticed to be halitosis. Halitosis is when someone has incredibly bad breath for a number of reasons but I wasn’t sure if he knew about it. I didn’t want to be rude and tell him that his breath stunk but it was pretty unbearable. About mid way through dinner I had completely lost my appetite due to his constant conversation. Before the diner was even over I threw up twice in the ladies room and was so turned off. I finally explained to him what was wrong with me and in response he called me a liar and threw wine in my face! Worst date ever!