Just Like That Genie From The Meteor Ad
Annoying Cunt
You meet a few times and hit it off. There is chemistry, reactive elements fizzle and pop. He asks you out on a date, dinner and a show. Showing his age, or yours (you're used to a few drinks and a fumbled kiss on the way home). You're a little overwhelmed by him but being a thoroughly modern Millie, you insist on buying dinner. You have a ball and so does he; you know this because he says so. You let him know that you'd like to see him again. And then *poof!* he disappears off up his own hole, leaving you to imagine what it is you might have done wrong this time.
Nothing, I'm pretty sure.
