Ok I think I have the worst date story of all time :-3 I was in college and very shy so I rarely dated at all. A quiet, studious looking fellow asked me out and I thought why not? So, he arrives with his canoe on top of his tiny compact Datsun, and I am upset to find he drives like a maniac!. We are going down very winding country roads so fast the canoe spins sideways a couple of times, which I can see by the shadow of it. Finally we get there (where I don't know, I was so scared, I forgot to watch where we were going). We have only gotten about half way across the lake when he intentionally turns the canoe over. I am a good swimmer, but I had worn heavy jeans and a long sleeved shirt and they seem to weigh about 50 pounds as I swam over to an inlet. Then when he has me where I am totally alone with him, he starts telling me he's into satanism. Ok, so I'm trying to think fast and figure out an escape, and there is none. I decide I have to turn him off. I mention that my mom is a minister and that I am very interested in theology. He says he loves Black Sabbath and I say I love Donny and Marie! I think it worked - he looked a little sick, and I also wouldn't let him get near me, so other than the scary drive home, I got out ok. He followed me around campus for awhile, and I later learned he was a total drug-head. So much for my attempts at character judgement!
