And then he called

I thought the worst was over last night when I left the most ridiculous date ever. Oh no....it got better.

A phone call at 3 am chock full of drunken slurrs, insults, and profanity followed by the question can I just crash on your couch.

Yeah sure. You just called me a snobby biotch who is quite possibly the rudest woman you have ever met because I went home at 1 am instead of dancing on the bar taking shots. Sure come stay in my house.

Yet another tragic encounter for the books. I think this one takes the cake so far.