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It Was A Nightmare!

My sister and I were recently recounting dates we had been on, before meeting our respective husbands. She had some hair raisers to be sure, but I think this one of mine might have left her shaking her head a bit. In my early twenties, I was invited to dinner and an event by a man I knew only peripherally. In all honesty, I was a bit apprehensive about the idea, but was confident in my ability to bail out should the need arise. The need arose, as I was to soon find out. He asked me to pick him up, stating he did not drive. (Warning bell number one.) When I picked him up, he was wearing some sort of robe and open toed sandals, and had a spaced out look in his eye. (Warning bell number two.) I asked where we were going, and he directed me to a “spiritual center”, where there was a “meeting” going on with a well-known “Ashram”. (Warning bell number three.) During the drive, he “lectured” me about my driving, my lifestyle, my dress, and asked my religion and several other personal questions. On our arrival, he made me place my shoes in a certain manner outside the door, and I had to wear this robe thingy draped over my slacks and blouse. When the dinner was brought out, and I saw the rather odd assortment of ofal and spicy cuisine from a foreign land, I bailed. I made up an excuse and took off running. It was just plain weird, and I never accepted an invitation from a stranger ever again. (I met my husband at a hoof care conference! Much safer!)

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