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Cliff Golden Chronicles

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Recipe for Disaster part 2: the Accosting

This is the second and final part of this story.

Recipe for Disaster part 2: the Accosting

As we continue on this dark journey, I want to back a bit to the date, pre-barf, during which we discussed writing (she is a writer). I had mentioned my site, Love in the Dumps, which is humor for singles; she seemed genuinely interested and said she would check it out. These were of course the happy hours. As we know from part 1, she got drunk, sick, and embarrassed, thanks to a new set of meds that don’t go down well with Merlot.

After the next-day round of ‘how do you feel’ texts, and later some flirty Facebook chats, I got this message:

The challenge of reconciling one’s creative projects with his personal relationships is well documented, but sister – please. I have a website with satirical, and sometimes R rated (but never X) material. You mix meds with booze on first dates then projectile vomit while your date watches Cops in…
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Cliff Golden Chronicles

Posted by Cliff Golden

Recipe for disaster? Just add wine and meds.

It was one of those Internet dates you keep putting off because of the vague premonition of doom surrounding it. Deep in your gut you know it will be a waste of time. But like a gambler throwing down his jack of hearts in the hopes of winning a big hand, you force yourself to do it. Because as anyone who’s done it knows, Internet dating plays upon our weaknesses and addictive nature. It taps our desire to get something for nothing, seduces us with adrenaline rushes from the extreme highs, and taunts us with the carrot of a big reward for small risk. So I threw on some designer jeans, doused myself with nauseating cologne I stole from my 12 year old nephew and stepped out into the crisp New York autumn, rolling the dice once again.

I staked my claim at the bar and ordered a Chilean Carmenere; she arrived five minutes later. Cute by most standards, and definitely cute enough for me, she ordered a Merlot. Our glasses clink, signaling the starting…
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