I do hope this contest, however, does not have the unintended effect of making chumps stay in dreadful relationships, thinking “better the Devil you know.” Look, it’s one bad date. A single day! Unlike being shackled to a cheater for the rest of your life. Keep it in perspective. You have to swipe right on a lot of frogs.
The best bad date story I know belongs to a friend. Her date was a fellow she knew from a think tank. She knew he was nerdy, what she did not know was that he did monthly reports on his life, complete with CHARTS. He told her this over their dinner. He had categories. Social life. Career. Family. Charitable giving. Sex. And every day he would come home and RANK the day, so he could chart his progress.
And that might’ve been just odd, except that, according to my friend, he acted totally shocked that SHE DIDN’T DO IT TOO!
“How do you know if you’re making any PROGRESS?!”
But that wasn’t the crazy thing that stuck with her, and made this story famous in our circle.
She said, “He ranked it all to the second decimal point.”
Thus was born the Decimal Date.