So this was the last date with my ex:
We decided on a movie date, but when we were starting the date she tells me that she had to go do something else she had forgotten to tell me about, so she had to leave within the hour. So, yeah, we didn't end up doing anything because there wasn't even enough time to catch a movie. So we sit on a park bench instead, with some ice cream, and lo and behold some bird decides to take a shit on my jeans. It actually didn't matter at all, I laughed, made a joke, and played it off well. Neither of us really cared. But 40 minutes later she was dumping me.
At least it had nothing to do with the bird shit.
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