I went out to dinner for the first time with this guy I had started seeing in college.
We went to the Olive Garden, and imagine our delight to realize that the Never-Ending Pasta Bowl was being offered.
Nothing says classy date like a couple of college students trying to get their money's worth at an all-you-can-eat meal.
I think I tried at least 3 of the pasta/sauce combos before calling it quits.
My date, well, he tried them all.
Then he finally admitted that the "never-ending" pasta bowl had to come to an end for him.
By the time we got to the car, he was starting to look a little uncomfortable. We managed to make it to our next destination before he excused himself to the restroom.
Turns out that's where the pasta bowl met it's actual ending.
Let's take a poll: If you were out to eat for the first time with a guy you were interested in, and he literally ate himself sick, would you continue to date him?
I wouldn't either.
I just married him instead.