{I'm Allergic to Bad Dates}

I spent several hours trying to draft the perfect post to describe my date last night, but gave up after several failed attempts to fully relay its glory.

In the end, my evening can be best summarized in just a few sentences.

I faked an allergic reaction to escape a bad {second} date.

Imagine a man slaving over a stove to make you rack of lamb, garlic bread, and pasta with homemade sauce...meanwhile, you are pretending to itch uncontrollably - turning bright red in the process - and politely excuse yourself go home and take a Benadryl.

I might have also texted him a photo of my recent allergy test results to seal the deal after I safely made it home.

And this people is why I shouldn't be allowed to date - or vote.

- HauteMessinHollywood -