OMG! You're How Old? - Worst Date Story Winner!

So, there we were, one of my best friends and I, cruising. We pulled up to a traffic signal, and lo and behold, in the Cadillac next to us are two reasonably attractive men. We flirted, did a little racing, and finally pulled over in a parking lot. More flirting and we invited them to join us at one of our favorite dance clubs. One of the guys was without wallet and ID, but we convinced them we’d be able to get him in, and since it was still early, there wouldn't be a cover charge.

We got them both in without the slightest bit of drama and spent a good couple of hours dancing, flirting and having a good time. By the end of the evening, I thought I’d found a boyfriend. Uh, yeah. Well, fast forward a couple of weeks. I’d hung out with the dude since the club night. I’d made out with him twice as well. I felt pretty good about this one. That is, until my BFF, who worked at the local high school, (you know where I’m going with this, right?) called me.

She said it was urgent for me to meet her just before school let out. I showed up to her classroom and she quietly informed me that my soon-to-be boyfriend was a 16-year-old junior in high school. Needless to say, I was “go to jail for child molestation” number of years older than him. I was in shock. She pulled his schedule and we conveniently stationed ourselves so we'd see him as he left school for the day.

My friend and I just happened to run into him in the hallway outside his last class. I'll give him credit, he didn't run when he saw us, instead, he stuttered and pulled the lie of the century out of his butt. He told us he was actually an undercover narc (as in “21 Jumpstreet” – look it up, it was a television show in the late 80’s starring Johnny Depp).

You can laugh. It’s funny, especially since I can’t go to jail anymore.