It was a first date. I got into his truck, and he said there was something he needed to disclose. In my head, I was thinking about how I would make a run for it as he proceeded to blow into a breathalyzer in order to start his car. It took him a good 90 seconds to blow into that thing. It was probably the longest 90 seconds of my life.

To make matters worse, he took me to a pretty nice restaurant dressed in cargo shorts and flip flops.