Bad Date Tip of the Week

We've already seen a lot of bad date plans on this blog, and it seems that any activity is good for a first date these days (a cousin's temple wedding, work, the ATM). And I feel like every time I turn around someone is suggesting that some random event would 'make a great date'--firesides, guest lectures at school, community fundraisers, etc.

So I've thought of a few good bad date activities myself:

• The dentist: what's more romantic than a teeth cleaning? You could bring your date along as a spectator to your own oral hygeine experience, or (even better) set up joint appointments.
• A job interview: dates and interviews are basically the same thing anyway, so why not combine all the most nervousy experiences of life into one great trainwreck of an afternoon?
• The pharmacy: (to pick up your prescriptions). It's never too early to share medical histories.
  
• A funeral: seriously, try it, and let me know how it goes.
• A blood drive: if I had brought a date with me to give blood last week, we would have learned very important information about each other. He would have learned how I respond to highly stressful situations; and I would have learned how he responds to people hyperventilating.

A Note from Our Sponsor and Boys Do Lame Stuff

This week I had a few issues pulling me away from the blogging world, mainly graduate school (do I really need more reasons?); new confusing software (I attempted to follow an online tutorial--big mistake); and donating blood (trauma of my life--pics posted below).

It has been mentioned that the tag 'boys do lame stuff' shows up on a lot of posts, and I have explained that this is mainly because most of the story submitters are girls. But next week, and part of the following week, there will be a special series of posts all sent in by boys. (Well, actually, all the stories so far are from just one boy, but I may twist the arms of a few others to get some more good posts.)

Anyway, don't forget to check out next week's series of bad date stories from the ever-entertaining male perspective. And though the 'boys do lame stuff' tag does apply in several places, I have refrained from using it.


So here are pictures of my arm after some serious blood donation trauma. It looks worse in person. The really dark spot is the lovely color of grape juice--and just so you know, I do not bruise easily. Thanks, Red Cross!

I donated on Tuesday, and the picture on the left is from Thursday.





The picture on the right is from Friday--still pretty sad.

This was my first and last time giving blood.