Date number one and he was eager to impress. So two Broadway tickets at two hundred bucks a pop, hardly chump change. Then he snagged reservations at a local hotspot.
The scene was set.
But he went heavy on the cologne and quickly realized his date was allergic. She erupted into a sneezing fit so violent they were tossed before the second act.
Dinner was worse. The place was cash only, his wallet had nothing but plastic.
And as for the goodnight kiss? He got more of a spray than a smooch.
Neither one was interested in date number two.
The Weekday One Hundred 