What's Worse Than a Fly in Your Soup?

I was out with a tall, dark and handsome dinner date. Conversation was going great, and he was looking so hot that by the time drinks and appetizers were through I was fantasizing about our life together.

Then our main course came, with a big loud fly buzzing around the garnish. The next thing I knew, my dreamy date took his fork out of his mouth, smashed the poor thing to the plate and wiped up the mess with his finger. After that he continued eating as if nothing had happened. He used the fork too! It was so gross. The next time he called me, I squashed him!

--submitted by Janine