When your date reeks of vomit...

The dating world is getting tougher and tougher for single people. It appears as though people are just so gosh darn busy these days. Who has time to meet another person? Who can carve out an hour to listen to another person's bullshit and attempt to forge an intimate relationship? It has proven to be difficult. Single people are just having a tough go at things.

Last weekend I had the opportunity to take a female out to an early dinner. She had already popped out a few kids, and I was fine with the fact that her children were her world. I got that and will not take anything away from motherhood. It seems a most arduous and rewarding job that is best suited for someone else.

My date smelled like vomit. I had wondered the entire time if her daughter had thrown up on her purse. Was it crusty vomit flakes that adhered to her pocketbook strap? I had wondered... The smell had assaulted me and I thought about asking her if her little precious one had puked on her. I refrained from popping the question, and held my breath as much as I could. It was hard to do. Thank heavens the date did not last more than an hour or so. I could not stand the stench of her new fragrance, a vomit elixir.