I was just talking to a recently single girlfriend of mine after she returned from a blind date and we decided that I had to post this little nugget of nutty goodness. Before I begin I have to give you a little background on my friend. She’s 38 years old, 2 children, divorced for almost a year, well educated and established in her career. When it comes to a possible mate she is picky because of her children so for her to agree to a blind date the man had to come with perfect references.

The evening started out by all accounts on a good note. He was respectful, attractive and seemed to be, theoretically sane. Over dinner they talked about politics, work, their children and the new dating scene. So far, so good right? Wrong!

By the time dessert came around he was showing signs that his medication was wearing off. He started tapping continuous on the table, rambling about nonsense and staring off into space. My girlfriend finally asked him what the hell he was looking at. He’s reply, “Nothing.”

Check please!

Seeing that she was getting a little uncomfortable with his incestuous rambling, he excused himself and went to the restroom only to return 5 minutes later serenading her on bended knee. He’s choice of song….New Edition’s “Mr. Telephone Man”.

This is the last straw; she pulled the safety cord and jumped from the plane.

This is more of a precautionary message more than a genuine post: Look out for Mr. Telephone Man. Oh he’s out there ladies and he wants to date you!