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Fran's date (random conversations attack again)

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“So, how was your date?” “I’d better keep my mouth shut.” That’s exactly how Fran usually starts a detailed disclosure about the events that took place the previous night. “Score it from one to ten.” “Am I allowed to use the decimal scale?” “What went so wrong? You told me she seemed nice.” “Which part of the disaster do you want to hear?” “The spoken one, of course.” “Impossible, I must start with the visual side, it is vitally important, I can’t skip that part.” “Fine, go ahead, but watch your words. I know you very well.”

“First of all, she showed up wearing those tiny jeans that are in vogue.” “Oh no! I despise them as well… what poor taste!” “Well, I can’t say I hate them, I actually don’t find them that bad… being honest I almost had a car accident while parking when I first saw her from her back-side.” “You shameless creature… I’m warning you, go to the spoken part!” “She asked me to choose the place, so I took her to Kebab Paradise.” “Fair enough taking your income into account.” “When we were already the first in line before the counter, she said she was a vegan.” “Oh no! They don’t even carry falafel!!” “Yeah… I couldn’t do other than unroll my shawarma and offer her the pita bread.” “What a gross solution, Fran, for God’s sake!” “Yeah… I guess she didn't liked it… but why? Anyways, by that time she was already talking too much.” “Hmmm, really? About what?” “About the worst topic one could touch on a first date.” “Lars Von Trier?!” “No, ex boyfriends.” “What did she say?” “She said her last moved to Ireland, just like the rest of the smart ones, that no worthy guy was left in Spain these days, and that the remaining ones were all broke, jobless, playing video games and hanging around the gyms like boring crows all day.” “Wow… she really hit the mark.” “Yeah… I left her home immediately after I was done with my lamb, pretending today I had to wake up early and stuff.” “What a hash!” “Oh, by the way… ask your brother what time he's going to the gym tomorrow.” “Fran, you hate working out.” “I think I should take a peek, you know, give it a try… What do you think?” “Well, I guess that’s a better way to kill some time.”