Too True Tuesday . . .

Okay, I have been a blog slacker lately and I have really been slacking on Essie's Too True Tues(day) posts. Today is a multiple choice one:

1. The best secret you ever kept from your parents
2. Worst date stories
3. Annoying Significant Other stories
4. What I wish someone would have told me before I got married

I must pick the worst date story.

I was in college and dating a guy that was in my circle of friends. He was odd, most of us were, but he was really odd. You see, in high school and college I hung out with punk rockers. This was when punk rockers weren't cool. This was when we were shunned for having mohawks and laughed at for having black clothes. This was when tattoos were still pretty taboo and people were frightened by us. We were weird. And we liked being non-conformists.

This boy was a little older than me and he was in bands. I liked me some musicians. We had been on a couple dates and it was going well. He had his own place that he shared with an older man. He was sweet and kind and well mannered. He was a jokester. He was always laughing and he had an odd sense of humor. One night he took me out to dinner and over to his parent's house. They were out of town and I thought it was weird he would take me there to watch a movie when his roommate was always in his room anyway when we were there.

So, we are at the parent's house and he excuses himself to the bathroom. He comes back in a pink leotard and tutu. (He is about 6'3", scrawny and has long black hair) I burst out laughing assuming he is joking.

He. is. serious.

I was mortified that I laughed. He was mortified that I laughed. We never went out again. Years later I saw him on our local cable access channel doing a music video in that same pink tutu. He was singing something about cross-dressing.

Lord have mercy.