I'm completely freaked out, decide I'm going to the bathroom, and he asks if I need help wiping. " She winds up sneaking me through the kitchen, and I slipped her a tip.
(I wish I was making this up.) I make it to the ladies' room, where my waitress walks in after me as I'm planning my escape route, and she says, "Um, I was just listening in on your date. —Kristin, NYAfter a bad breakup, I let my mom set me up with the son of one of her friends.
Handsome, charming, seemingly normal, so I agreed to go on another date with him.Then, I got an e-mail from him: not a single word, just a photo of his penis.