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WOW! I get to be the first post! What a great idea for a message board. Lord knows I have enough of these... What is your least romantic date? A guy once brought me motor oil. That's right. Motor oil. Not flowers. Not candy. Motor oil. I guess that's what happens when you live in a small Indiana town near Kentucky. Can anyone top that? |
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I suspect that this gentleman had some odd oil fetish and was hoping to use the motor oil on you at some point in the evening. Personally I prefer olive oil, better taste! 
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I swear to God I grew up in a small Indiana Town on the border of Kentucky. I once dated a woman by the same name, and I thought it would be romantic to change her oil in her, because I smelled the oil burning, and knew she was too busy to do it herself.
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| Michael |
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Great idea for a board. I will play along. (By the way I too have Indiana connections.)
Least romantic date. Went on a blind date with a girl. It was a setup. I knew a guy and his girlfriend. They wanted to set me up with a girl named Susan. I resisted their suggestion of a blind date for several weeks. Finally, I gave in.
We went to a drive in movie. Not many left in these days. I think it was in Linton, IN. Afterwards, my blind date suggested snipe hunting. I thought maybe that meant go make out. Much to my surprise, I spent the next 45 minutes watching my blind date shoot rats at a local junk yard.
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