A post-worst date story:
During dinner on a good date, I was asked for my worst date story, so I told her about Loretta, and that it had been three years and I hadn't seen or heard from her since.
After dinner we attended a wedding reception, and a girl who looked vaguely familiar said "Hi [Fiyero]," and I said hi in return but must have looked confused because she added "you don't remember me, do you. I'm Loretta."
My date had to look away, stifling a laugh.
During dinner on a good date, I was asked for my worst date story, so I told her about Loretta, and that it had been three years and I hadn't seen or heard from her since.
After dinner we attended a wedding reception, and a girl who looked vaguely familiar said "Hi [Fiyero]," and I said hi in return but must have looked confused because she added "you don't remember me, do you. I'm Loretta."
My date had to look away, stifling a laugh.

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