I have so many I could write a book.
One of my favorites though is I went on a date with a guy who played for the Orioles. I was living in Calvert at the time and he drove down in his little sports car and meet me at an area restaurant.
There he proceeded to talk about himself in the third person, ordered everything off the menu (2 appetizers, a huge main course, extra sides, and dessert). He ate everything and didn't even share the appetizers with me. Then he stiffed me with the bill, because his wallet was in his car

and he just knew I would appreciate that wonderful opportunity of not only basking in his glorious presence but feeding his freeloading self as well.
I was so excited that the date was over, I was practically overjoyed. Then in the parking lot on the way to our cars, he truly believed he was following me home to get some.

Not just No but HECK NO. I had gone to shake his hand and leave and wound up having to extracte myself from the egotistical octopus and run like heck to my car. He almost tried to rape me in the parking lot. Great date.
That's why I don't root for the Orioles.
