STRANGE ROMANTIC MEETINGS & DATES WEEK! (#2)

FROM GUEST BLOGGER DEBORAH LYNN JACOBS (YA author)

The worst date I can remember happened when I was a freshman in university. I’d become friends with a guy, and he asked me out. He said he’d pick me up at 7:00. I expected “pick you up” meant he had a car. Nope. We took the bus. I don’t remember the date itself. Did we go for pizza? Go bowling? See a movie? I have no idea.What I do remember is that he’d come straight from the gym. He brought his gym bag along, which smelled like a locker...