So my boy Rorschach Visit his blog here wanted a more happier dating story. This one goes out to him.
About 5-6 years ago I was with a girl named Melissa. She was the captain of our high school cheer leading squad. Cute girl, blondish, short, nice curves and pretty fit. Well we decided to go out one night in summer. I just got my new car, a Honda S2000 convertible and we decided to take that for a spin.
I picked her up, got a bite to eat, and then we decided to go back to her house. We dropped the top and headed home. We got to her neighborhood and I was driving down her street when I saw this thing just run across the street. I slammed the breaks and told her I just saw something freaky.
She looked outside asking if it was a dog or cat. I told her I didn't know and proceeded to drive slowly to see if she could get a glimpse of the animal. All of a sudden I heard a loud grumble of a "rib bit" and then Melissa started to scream in horror as if she got stabbed in the neck.
She turns to me and I see the largest frog of life grabbing her face looking like he's trying to rape her mouth. She is screaming and flailing her arms about trying to get the frog off as I sat there cracking up. She finally managed to knock it off but the terror of the frog drove her into this crazy frenzy that she couldn't open the door and just jumped on the seat and hopped out of the car and ran home.
I grabbed the frog and put him in the grass and drove to her house. Her front door was wide open and I walked in to see her pouring soap in her mouth as she is crying telling me the frog's penis was in her mouth.
I never kissed her good night and we stopped dating shortly after.
Stock photo of my car. I still have it and looks the same minus the rims:
I don't have any pics of Melissa, but this looks like her: