It was supposed to be a romantic evening, with champagne and candles and a view of the city skyline. But little did I know, my date with the lovely and charismatic, yet slightly unhinged, Dr. Rachel was about to take a turn for the worse.
We had met online, and I had been warned about her "interesting" personality by multiple sources. But I had to meet her in person to form my own opinion, right? Big mistake.
As we sipped our champagne and gazed into each other's eyes, I noticed that she had a rather... let's say... "enthusiastic" laugh. It started as a chuckle, but escalated rapidly into a full-on, ear-piercing, table-shaking scream.
I tried to play it off as a joke, but it only seemed to fuel her fire. Before I knew it, she was screaming at the waiter, the busboy, and even the poor soul who had the misfortune of sitting next to us.
I thought to myself, "This is either the most adventurous date I've ever been on, or the most disastrous." Little did I know, it would be both.
To be continued...