It was evident right from the beginning that this date was going to be like no other.
Mandy had arrived before me, gaily dressed in yellow and Pink and accompanied by the unlikeliest of chaperons – a Chihuahua.
"Hi," I said as I walked up to her. "Everything ok?"
"Oh, hello," she said. "I brought Jewels with me. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," I said, assuming that 'Jewels' was her dog's name and wondering who on Earth brings a Chihuahua on a date. I Went On A Date With A Guy Who Stank Like Hot Garbage
While walking towards the restaurant we were supposed to have dinner at, it dawned on me that the Chihuahua's presence would not be appreciated. Innocently, I pointed out that fact.
Her reaction took me completely by surprise.
In an annoyingly shrill voice, she started screaming that I should be ashamed of myself for having picked a racist restaurant which clearly did not cater for one of Jewels' basic human rights – sustenance. Dating Disaster: Did You Steal My iPod?
Realizing things would not improve unless I tried making amends, I apologized for my oversight and suggested we take a walk in the nearby park and eat something at the kiosk located there, which would undoubtedly be sensitive to Jewels' (apparent) human rights. Thankfully, she calmed down and agreed, though she did not lose her glowering look.
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