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1.06.2009

"My pony died."


I've been on some bad dates but luckily, friends have bailed me out on several occasions. The first time I employed the buddy-bailout system on a date was freshman year. I told my roommate Rachel I was a little unsure about the guy I had agreed to see one night and told her she had to call me exactly half an hour into the date. If I answered the phone and said, "Oh no, are you ok?" then I would be leaving the date to help her through whatever false predicament I told my date. "The DVD should be on the shelf," meant that all was well and I didn't need to use her as an excuse. After threatening her with torturous early morning wake-ups if she forgot to call, I felt like I had a fail proof escape route.
Exactly half an hour into the date my phone rang and I grabbed it faster than a starving kid taking the last PB&J at snack time. "Hello?" I paused, "Oh no, are you ok?"
Rachel picked up on the panic in my voice right away. "Um, no, I'm not ok. My pony died and I need you to come comfort me." Somehow I managed to cover my spurt of laughter with my hand and made it sound like a shocked, sympathetic gasp. My date looked at me, clearly concerned about the situation or perhaps wondering if I had choked on some broccoli. Rachel found herself so amusing that she kept going, pretending to cry and telling me over and over how much she had loved that pony.
Before my laughing got too out of hand I quickly said, "Ok no problem, I'll be home in 15 minutes. I'm sure he will understand," and snapped the phone shut.
Either the guy bought it hook line and sinker or he was having as miserable a time as I was and just wanted to believe me to end the evening. Either way, saying "my pony died" has since become my favorite code for getting out of a date and I still owe Rachel for saving me that night.

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7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh man, I would've been a goner at the pony comment. You're a WAY better actress than me.

Angela said...

oh my gosh, i think we all have that 30 minute rule. that is a good one... i love it.
i am totally honor you want to add me to your blogroll. thank you.

Nick McGivney said...

Man, as if it isn't hard enough to be male. Why aren't more women politicians? Is it because you're better politicians? Anyway, here's another penetrating psychological insight into the difference between the sexes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIutgtzwhAc&eurl=http://www.adverblog.com/archives/003703.htm&feature=player_embedded

El Vato Suave said...

Wait a minute! You weren't on a date with me when that happened were you? ;-)

Actually, I don't remember you getting phone calls any of those times.

JMW

Cal said...

yeah, sal...there was a lot of hand over the mouth action going on.

I knew I wasn't the only one with the 30 minute rule, SG!

Nick, that link seriously cracked me up.

Jonas--for the record, I never did that to you on any of the dates we never went on together. That is a whole lot of negatives...hmm. ;)

Kristie said...

Picking myself up off the floor...that is hilarious!

WoWo said...

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that SERIOUSLY made me snort I was laughing so hard - my dad wanted to know what I was doing not working (obviously nothing I'm working on is funny enough for a snort)

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