Holy Halitosis, Batman!

I think it might have actually been better if he had shown up with a boogey in his nose.

I would have been equally skeeved out, but at least there would have been hope. I could have told him he needed a tissue, handed him a box of them and left the room while he chased the bats from the cave. Not a great first date image, for sure, but it certainly beats the hell right out of pervasive permeating caustic fumes.

When my counter attack glass of wine was finished I suggested we leave (and enjoy the added benefit that a walk in the fresh air would be!). I took the glasses into the kitchen and Casey made some stupid joke.

He had opened a tin of Altoids. Little mini ones. Whatever the flavor (hard to tell with all the competing odors…) they are blue. He made some crack about little blue pills.

Not in the mood for jokes as I gasped for breathable air, I looked at him quizzically (probably menacingly, but it was intended to be a quizzical look). He said, “Little blue pills? Viagra?”

Yeah, Casey is a laugh riot. What would I know about Viagra, dumb ass?

So I replied, flatly, that I don’t know the first thing about Viagra. He laughed and repeated my statement as though it were the most hilarious thing he’d heard all day.

Casey really needs to start keeping more interesting company.

Then he took a couple little blue Altoids and put them in his mouth. He offered me some, which I declined, and refrained from suggesting that he gargle with Agent Orange. And hey, Death Breath! Try the full sized Altoids! Hell, buy the Jumbos! I am ready to affix a gas mask to my face.

I got my purse, checked to see that my phone and some getaway money were in a convenient location and we stepped outside to go to the restaurant.

I was not at all happy to be going, but felt like a drowning person who had just broken the surface.