....at the end of a bizarre dinner date, where he lunged across the table in an attempt to kiss me and dumped his greasy crumbly plate in his own lap:
HIM: 'So what are you doing Saturday?'
ME: 'I'm meeting some people at the art museum to see an exhibit. Then we'll do some sketching.' (relieved I'm not free that day...so I don't have to make up a lie.)
HIM:' I'm trying to get back to my artsy side too. I've started wearing Batman underwear again.'
ME: 'oh....'
HIM: 'So what are you doing Saturday?'
ME: 'I'm meeting some people at the art museum to see an exhibit. Then we'll do some sketching.' (relieved I'm not free that day...so I don't have to make up a lie.)
HIM:' I'm trying to get back to my artsy side too. I've started wearing Batman underwear again.'
ME: 'oh....'

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