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		<description>I was unfortunate enough to go on a (blind) dinner date with a man who within minutes was stroking my hand, grasping it in a romantic fashion as if we&#039;d fallen madly in love with one another. Shocked and appalled, I wondered why my rigor mortis didn&#039;t alarm him.

Then he moved on to footsies under the table which left me without the ability to stomach my duck confit. Customers in the crowded restaurant were beginning to stare as I gave them screamed silently to myself. I retreated to the bathroom and for the only time in my life called a friend.

&quot;Hi, it&#039;s Me ... something bad happened&quot;.

Needless to say, we cut the night short without dessert. My poor friend was having computer troubles the night before his thesis was due. I never returned to that restaurant again. A tragedy!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was unfortunate enough to go on a (blind) dinner date with a man who within minutes was stroking my hand, grasping it in a romantic fashion as if we&#8217;d fallen madly in love with one another. Shocked and appalled, I wondered why my rigor mortis didn&#8217;t alarm him.</p>
<p>Then he moved on to footsies under the table which left me without the ability to stomach my duck confit. Customers in the crowded restaurant were beginning to stare as I gave them screamed silently to myself. I retreated to the bathroom and for the only time in my life called a friend.</p>
<p>&#8220;Hi, it&#8217;s Me &#8230; something bad happened&#8221;.</p>
<p>Needless to say, we cut the night short without dessert. My poor friend was having computer troubles the night before his thesis was due. I never returned to that restaurant again. A tragedy!</p>
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