had a "blind date" of sorts tonight. i've been talking to this girl since i got my Myspace account, she seemed pretty cool. talked to her on the phone a few times. she asked me yesterday what i was doing tonight, nothing, so she asked if i'd like to go out for dinner. what the hell, havent been out with a new chick in a while, why not. so i meet her outside this mexican restaurant. i instantly realize she's not the 5'4" 120 she said she was, she's twice that easily. alright, she seemed cool, she's still got a pretty face, i'll stick around. so we are getting seated, the waitress puts us in a booth. she immediately picks up the drink menu, and throws it on the floor. WTF, that's wierd, but ok. we talked for a little bit, things seemed a little more normal. we we get our food, and we're eating. nothing abnormal. until she starts talking about talking on the phone to one of her friends, while taking a crap. excellent table manners sweety. i figure, some people are raised differently, and write that off too. then, i've got a chunk of beef on my fork. she reaches over with her fingers, grabs it and puts it in her mouth. ok, so she stole some food, whatever. well, about 30 seconds later, i get it back- on my plate. i'm totally out on this chick now, 110%. i finish my beer, and ask for the check. so we go outside, and she then tells me she needs a ride. her boyfriend has her car. WHOA, WTF? so i agree to take her home, being the nice guy that i am. we get back to her mom's apartment, and we're sitting outside in the truck. she decides to get closer. then she grabs the permanent marker sitting on my dash. "if you write on or in my truck, we're going to have big problems." no problems there, she'll just write on me. WTF? im growing a a little less patient at this point, and the asshole really starts coming out. she appologized for the marks on my arm, and begins to give me a spit bath.. GROSS! then she notices a scab on my arm from where i cut myself at work a few days ago. she decides its a good idea to pick it, then complains when it bleeds. next she tells me how she needs to go to the bathroom really bad. she wont get out of my truck, because she's afraid if she does, i'll leave her (at least she's not dumb). she grabs my keys out of the ignition, "you're not leaving now that i have these." remember the "big problems" that we threated before? we now have them. i manage to wrestle my keys away from her. obviously, by this point, Mr Nice Guy has left the building. i try to convince her that it'll be ok if she goes inside, i'll be there when she gets back. she reaches for the open pack of cigarettes also sitting on the dash. "now you wont be going anywhere"" to with i replied, "$3.50 for a pack of ciragettes, i really dont care that much." yet she still just sits there. she begins to smash the cigarettes, rolling the entire pack between both hands. so i reach for them. when i do, i am met with a sharp pain. i've felt this pain before, and although it has been nearly 22 years since i last felt this pain, i recognize it immediately. she's f#%& biting me! she's met with a series of "GET THE FOCK OUT OUT MY TRUCK"s. she gets out, looking like she's ready to cry. exit beater here... smoke the tires and get the hell out of dodge. immediately call friends, and let them know about the fruit loop. WTF is wrong with some people? and where the hell do i meet a nice NORMAL girl, other than a bar or club?