Okay, let’s start at the beginning.
It was winter, I had a cold, and a routine list of reasons I was canceling dates. Most of them stemming from a better invitation (typically one my ex made).
I had cancelled on Han Solo twice now, and he could tell I was about ready to call it off, so he brought out the big guns. A first date playing laser tag – what girl in her rightful mind would say no to that?
So I said yes, I even let him pick me up in his car – a usual no-no for any online dating veteran. I got in, he was nice, and we drove off to where a black lighted version of awesomeness was awaiting us.
We got out, chose our respective names, and began to battle.
Everything was going well, we had teamed up to take down the eight year olds. Nothing better than seeing a birthday party full of pre-pubescent boys cry. But, things took a turn for the worse when they attacked back.
With a serious look on his face, Han Solo shoved me out of the corner we were cowering in and into the open where I was then killed multiple times by eight year olds. After they had left he said “Sorry, I didn’t want to ruin my high score.” That ladies and gentlemen, is a dealbreaker.
Moral of the story? Don’t shove the princess into the pit of doom, chances are she’ll come back with vengeance – or an army of eight year olds – to put you in your place.