I generally refuse to blog about my actual relationships for various ethical reasons, but this particular date was so epically bad, lasted less than an hour, and told me pretty much everything I needed to know about Marina girls.  Plus the statute of limitations is up on this one.  In reality, I was skeptical from the get-go (the Marina), but I hold a special place in my heart for vegan girls so I figured “why the fuck not.”

While I could not capture everything that made this the most painful 55 minutes I’ve endured since moving to San Francisco, just be comforted knowing that I left out the scene when she grilled the guy taking the order about his certainty surrounding all the food being vegan (“We specifically put egg in everything vegan,” he replied, fucking with her.  A joke that went completely over her head), talked about fake leather boots (a topic second on my “least interesting subjects list,” only narrowly missing out to your thoughts on Linkin Park’s underground albums), and the part where she actually called her dentist to schedule an “emergency” 8am appointment the next day.

Enjoy: