3rd Digree Spree!

i got on a date the other day, with a a beautiful 6 feet tall, blue eyed, pink fully lipped hottie...
now, the food was amazing, the conversation, the ambiance!
ooh la la!
we were at the best french resturant in town, we had something that ends with "ellenioee" and the desert was an amazing crime prouile, i cant spell that proberly, but that wasnt the issue...
you see, i signed up for an up-class, sophisticated dinner, what i didn't sign on for is 3rd digree after wards...
after dinner, in the cab, there sat 20 y.o dental students with no strings attached, with robo-cop... who insisted on knowing everything..
i was faced with questions that i honestly didnt know the answer for, very difficult, i felt i was at my anatomy final, worst of all, i final that i hadn't studied for!
how many people you had sex with?
did you ever do drugs?
how old is your parents?
when did they get married?
is there any genetic diseases in your family?
what kind of art do you follow?
how deeply attached are you to your religeon?
who's your favourite designer?
do you preferf dark haired people, redheads or blondes?
do you eat junk food?
do you know how to cook?
are yoy a texter or a caller?
an emailer or an im-er?
do you agree with the current political terms of isreal and palastine? - WTF? -!
what is your aspect about tattoo's? - hot :D -
have you ever tried bondage?

jesus moses allah god mohammad!
what the fuck?!
i mean seriously, cant people just be hot.
period!?
why the issues?
why god why?!
i mean, the person i dated before, told me i love you on the first date!
the person before told me she loved eating mustard for fun!
the great dreamy dental student i had coffee with is an athiest who believes anyone with religeon should be thrown in a ditch!
and you guys read my old dating experiences and my past relationships...
i have my issue's and god knows they are to many to count, especially the new ones!
do you know i am the backstabing cheating manipulative kind i always said i wouldnt be now?
i know, you bitches saw it coming, that if i kept all this frustration in, i would become the kind i dredded the most!
hmmm
going back to the subject...
i mean, what the fuck!
i cant remember the whole list of questions, but damn it, the moment we reached robo-cop's flat, i ran as fast as i could.
well, ofcourse i had to be a gentleman and give the ever sensitive goodnight kiss, with the ever so false promise of "i will call you".
now i have a date with a bio-chemical engineer, russian bio-chemical engineer, i know i might be exposed to the risk of radiation, or maybe even better get asked to be cloned!
all i know is i am not done yet, finding the perfect date...
i am not done finding the perfect date.