“The dish” email
When a recent transplant to Chicago from St. Louis went on a first date, she, like so many young women, just had to share details with her friends afterward. Unfortunately, she shared via email. Her missive, which recapped in detail the evening’s events, and awarded her date letter grades based on looks, outfit, car, manners, destination, the kiss, and so on, didn’t sit well with all her friends. Perhaps it was the line, “… unless he cuts his hair and sends me gifts, it won’t lead me to seek anything more ….” At least one recipient forwarded it on to someone outside the circle, and the next thing you know, folks were reading it in London, LA and at her old workplace in St. Louis. Forwarders added their own commentary, lines like “What a bitch. She could use a good kick in the kitten,” until the whole thing took about thirty pages when printed out. Eventually, local newspapers picked up the story, tracking down the guy who had the extreme misfortune to date the “Asian princess” on that particular night, but the girl, whose corporate contact information traveled the globe along with this “package” of commentary, was not to be found.
Audience choice:
Blind date with Wesley Willis. I love the guy, but can you imagine?
Being set up with a guy who sells cemetary plots for a living and he had a comb-over as well!
Being stood up at a roller prom
Pursued for over 6 months, finally agreed to date. 15 minutes into it, they announced they were bored and left.
Running into a one-night stand who now works in your favorite store…no more shopping there from now on.
Best of Chicago 2002
