My first date with Donna was a disaster. I decided to take her to a small Italian restaurant that my friend had told me had reasonable prices. I looked over the menu and realized I could not pronounce the names of the dishes such as "Veal Picante". Then, I noticed a burning smell. The candle on the table was starting to blacken and scorch the back of my menu. Trying to be casual, I quickly poured half my glass of water on the menu. When the waiter returned to our table, he asked me if I wanted to order some wine. I ordered a bottle of Blue Nun, the one wine I had heard of and could pronounce. The waiter brought the wine, poured a small amount into my glass and waited. I said, "You don't have to stand there. We can pour the wine ourselves." After, the waiter put down the bottle and left. Donna told me I was supposed to taste the wine. Feeling like a complete fool, I managed to get through the dinner. However, for weeks afterward, I felt like jumping out a ten-story window.
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