Garlic reeking mother fucker

 




Garlic reeking mother fucker


     We return to the Disney Concert Hall for one of my low points in  dating history. Dear Freya was trying to help me recover from heartbreak and set me up with a perfectly nice but totally inappropriate young lady. We had an intro date that was OK but seeeing that her passion was tango dancing I had my doubts. However, Greg invited me to bring her to a concert at the great hall and it seemed perfect. That afternoon I met Katya and her then BF Bobby at the Bucket where I picked up the tab on lunch. The Bucket has a long and colorful past but one of their specialties was a potent garlic mustard sauce that went well on their fried potatoes known as crispy critters. This secret powerful sauce was developed by the infamous and brilliant Julio. (That is a whole other story.)  I was nervous but could not resist slathering up some critters in the sauce while the young folks ate burgers. There was some talk about dinner before the concert but the lady ran late and suggested we meet at the theater which seemed perfect. I greeted her out front where Greg and Lissy handed us our tickets for the show. During the performance the woman strangely turned away from me, crossing her legs right over left and leaning toward seats to her left instead of toward my charming banter on the right. She was surprisingly quiet and reserved but I enjoyed the music. Finally, the show ended and we exited the doors and said good night. I joined up with Greg as we walked toward our cars in the parking lot where he told me "man...you REEK of garlic!"  This was my last date with the young lady who obviously had a healthy olfactory sense. 








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